Post by prozac on Mar 28, 2007 2:26:08 GMT -5
Scene opens in the dinning room of Prozac’s apartment. There is a rectangle dark brown wooden table with rounded corners in the middle of the room. Prozac is wearing black boots, jeans, and a red T-shirt and is sitting leaning forward at the head of the dinning room table reading the newspaper. His eyes move from left to write as he reads an article on local gangs and trouble they are causing.
Just then Ritalin who is wearing jeans, a grebe T-shirt, and black shoes walks in to the room with a wooden stand and a big art notebook. He goes to the other end of the table opposite Prozac and sets it up. Prozac looks up.
*Prozac*
What that hell are you doing?
*Ritalin*
Oh I came up with a strategy for your match at the PPV.
Ritalin smiles and Prozac just stares at him with a blank look on his face then looks back down at the paper.
*Ritalin*
No really dude look It’s my master plan.
Prozac looks up and lays the paper on the table still open. He folds his arm and leans back in the chair
*Prozac*
Fine let’s see it.
Ritalin grins and picks up a ruler then turns the first piece of paper that was blank over. The second page had two line a stick figure people drawn in black marker in between both line on it. Ritalin then uses the ruler as a pointer and points to the lines
*Ritalin*
Ok this it the ramp and this is your opponents. See the smiles on his face cause he thinks he is going to win. But look no body wants him too.
Ritalin pulls out a black marker from his pocket and starts writing the words “you suck” and “boo” on the paper.
*Ritalin*
See the fans are booing them and stuff.
Prozac continues to look at the paper and then sometimes at Bert. After a few seconds of silence and Bert just smiling at Rob, Bert flips to the next page. The next page has another figure on it. This time the stick figure is drawn in blue. It also has random designs all over it like stars and other things of that nature.
*Ritalin*
Ok so this is you. See all the stars and shiny things and stuff. And look everybody loves you.
Bert begins to write words all over the paper. Things like “Meds rule”, “We love you”, “Yay” and other nice things. When he is done drawing on the paper he turns to face Prozac who is still sitting motionless in his chair. It is unclear if he is shocked by Bert or if he likes the plan because his face has not changed from the blank look. His mind is also clear except for the show and tell being shown to him at this moment.
*Ritalin*
Ok this is where it starts getting good.
Bert flips the page and on this page there are the town stick figures in two different corners.
*Prozac*
I’m the blue ones right?
*Ritalin*
Yeah.
Prozac: Why am I three times bigger then the other guy?
Ritalin: Oh I just thought it represented you and your power over his.
Prozac squints his easy in a shocked manor then opens them again and nods his head in agreement.
Ritalin: Ok so here is the backbone of my plan.
Ritalin flips to the next page. The stick figures are together now and one is sideways while thew other is upright. Written up at the top of the page is the words “kick ass”.
*Ritalin*
Ok so at this point you kick his ass. As you can see I wrote that up here so it’s easier to remember.
*Prozac*
Yea so I…just…kick his ass?
*Ritalin*
Yup just like this.
Ritalin starts making sound effects and starts to scribble lines all over the paper.
*Prozac*
Ok I get the point.
Ritalin stops and looks back at Rob smiling.
*Ritalin*
Oh it gets better you really kick his ass on the next page.
Ritalin flips to the next page revealing the stick figures that represent Prozac’s opponent on the ground while the other stick figures is standing above him looking like he id breathing fire and shooting stuff out of his eyes.
*Ritalin*
See I told you.
Rob looks dumbfounded as he looks at the page then at Bert.
*Prozac*
Again I am astonished by how you were able to survive this long.
Ritalin looks at the paper then back at Rob
*Ritalin*
Why you say that?
*Prozac*
I am breathing fire and shooting lasers out of my eyes.
*Ritalin*
Yeah?
*Prozac*
Oh I’m only saying that…I CANT BREATH FIRE OR SHOOT LASERS FROM MY EYES.
*Ritalin*
Ok then just make believe its just kicking and punching or something.
Rob shakes his head in disbelief. He then takes a deep breath and sighs loudly.
*Prozac*
Continue.
*Ritalin*
Ok. This is my Favorite part.
Ritalin flips the page on the next page we see the blue stick figure with his hands in the air and the other figure on the ground.
*Ritalin*
You win. See look he has a sad face not like before with happy face. Now he is sad because he lost. And look at this.
Ritalin takes the marker and draws another stick figure and writes the word “Ref” under him, then above him writes "The loser Jordan Glass and the winner PROZAC!”
*Ritalin*
Ok now for the end of my plan.
Ritalin flips the page and we see on this one a bunch sticks figures and in big words on top of this page the word “party” is written in big letters.
*Ritalin*
Now we are at a party after the show.
*Prozac*
So... what was the plan?
*Ritalin*
Oh…um…let’s see. Come down the ramp, Kick ass, kick his ass some more, win, then party.
Rob sits there for a few minutes with the blank look he had on earlier. He the begins to nod.
*Prozac*
I like it.
Ritalin smiles and starts nodding his head too.
*Prozac*
But I think we can improve it a little maybe with some more ass kicking. Here look.
Rob gets up and takes the marker from Bert
Scene fades with Rob drawing on the paper.
Just then Ritalin who is wearing jeans, a grebe T-shirt, and black shoes walks in to the room with a wooden stand and a big art notebook. He goes to the other end of the table opposite Prozac and sets it up. Prozac looks up.
*Prozac*
What that hell are you doing?
*Ritalin*
Oh I came up with a strategy for your match at the PPV.
Ritalin smiles and Prozac just stares at him with a blank look on his face then looks back down at the paper.
*Ritalin*
No really dude look It’s my master plan.
Prozac looks up and lays the paper on the table still open. He folds his arm and leans back in the chair
*Prozac*
Fine let’s see it.
Ritalin grins and picks up a ruler then turns the first piece of paper that was blank over. The second page had two line a stick figure people drawn in black marker in between both line on it. Ritalin then uses the ruler as a pointer and points to the lines
*Ritalin*
Ok this it the ramp and this is your opponents. See the smiles on his face cause he thinks he is going to win. But look no body wants him too.
Ritalin pulls out a black marker from his pocket and starts writing the words “you suck” and “boo” on the paper.
*Ritalin*
See the fans are booing them and stuff.
Prozac continues to look at the paper and then sometimes at Bert. After a few seconds of silence and Bert just smiling at Rob, Bert flips to the next page. The next page has another figure on it. This time the stick figure is drawn in blue. It also has random designs all over it like stars and other things of that nature.
*Ritalin*
Ok so this is you. See all the stars and shiny things and stuff. And look everybody loves you.
Bert begins to write words all over the paper. Things like “Meds rule”, “We love you”, “Yay” and other nice things. When he is done drawing on the paper he turns to face Prozac who is still sitting motionless in his chair. It is unclear if he is shocked by Bert or if he likes the plan because his face has not changed from the blank look. His mind is also clear except for the show and tell being shown to him at this moment.
*Ritalin*
Ok this is where it starts getting good.
Bert flips the page and on this page there are the town stick figures in two different corners.
*Prozac*
I’m the blue ones right?
*Ritalin*
Yeah.
Prozac: Why am I three times bigger then the other guy?
Ritalin: Oh I just thought it represented you and your power over his.
Prozac squints his easy in a shocked manor then opens them again and nods his head in agreement.
Ritalin: Ok so here is the backbone of my plan.
Ritalin flips to the next page. The stick figures are together now and one is sideways while thew other is upright. Written up at the top of the page is the words “kick ass”.
*Ritalin*
Ok so at this point you kick his ass. As you can see I wrote that up here so it’s easier to remember.
*Prozac*
Yea so I…just…kick his ass?
*Ritalin*
Yup just like this.
Ritalin starts making sound effects and starts to scribble lines all over the paper.
*Prozac*
Ok I get the point.
Ritalin stops and looks back at Rob smiling.
*Ritalin*
Oh it gets better you really kick his ass on the next page.
Ritalin flips to the next page revealing the stick figures that represent Prozac’s opponent on the ground while the other stick figures is standing above him looking like he id breathing fire and shooting stuff out of his eyes.
*Ritalin*
See I told you.
Rob looks dumbfounded as he looks at the page then at Bert.
*Prozac*
Again I am astonished by how you were able to survive this long.
Ritalin looks at the paper then back at Rob
*Ritalin*
Why you say that?
*Prozac*
I am breathing fire and shooting lasers out of my eyes.
*Ritalin*
Yeah?
*Prozac*
Oh I’m only saying that…I CANT BREATH FIRE OR SHOOT LASERS FROM MY EYES.
*Ritalin*
Ok then just make believe its just kicking and punching or something.
Rob shakes his head in disbelief. He then takes a deep breath and sighs loudly.
*Prozac*
Continue.
*Ritalin*
Ok. This is my Favorite part.
Ritalin flips the page on the next page we see the blue stick figure with his hands in the air and the other figure on the ground.
*Ritalin*
You win. See look he has a sad face not like before with happy face. Now he is sad because he lost. And look at this.
Ritalin takes the marker and draws another stick figure and writes the word “Ref” under him, then above him writes "The loser Jordan Glass and the winner PROZAC!”
*Ritalin*
Ok now for the end of my plan.
Ritalin flips the page and we see on this one a bunch sticks figures and in big words on top of this page the word “party” is written in big letters.
*Ritalin*
Now we are at a party after the show.
*Prozac*
So... what was the plan?
*Ritalin*
Oh…um…let’s see. Come down the ramp, Kick ass, kick his ass some more, win, then party.
Rob sits there for a few minutes with the blank look he had on earlier. He the begins to nod.
*Prozac*
I like it.
Ritalin smiles and starts nodding his head too.
*Prozac*
But I think we can improve it a little maybe with some more ass kicking. Here look.
Rob gets up and takes the marker from Bert
Scene fades with Rob drawing on the paper.