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psockpuppet · 02-10-2011, 05:30 PM

The cross town bus pulled up to a decrepit and nondescript brick building in one of the seedier neighborhoods in Hollywood. The stop bell had been dinged, but the driver did not see anyone getting off.

"Quit playing with me! I've got a schedule to run behind on, here!" The bus drove off in a cacphony of fouls smells and loud engine noises.

Two grey wool socks rolled up the sidewalk to the entrance of the building. Above the door was a faded sign that read: pshrynk Enterprises, Therapy, Medications, Bad Advice, and High Bills." Under it, somehone had painted in: "pshrynk Productions." They rolled through the door, past a seat that had a sign tacked to it that read: "Out running errands for my uncle. Just leave the $300 in the box." The box had been stolen already this morning.

Inside the office, there was a fat, greying man with a beard shouting on the phone.

"WHAT? That's highway robbery, that is! ... I don't care if your insurance went up after the last time you used it. It's not my fault that the damned thing got shot at... Okay, I grant you that thLook, how can we make an epic drama of a bush pilot and the love of his life, if there is no plane for him to fly? It would look pretty stupid him driving around in a car everywhere. Espcially the scene with the giant squid off the coast of Panama! ... Fine! I'll just have to cut back on the extras and the CGI budget!" He slammed the phone down and looked at the socks. "What do you two want?"

The socks danced around his feet, pantomiming.

"Why should I hire you again? All you do is lose the script and then improvise your scenes!"

More dancing.

"I'm not really sure that smart wool socks are covered as an oppressed minority, here."

More dancing.

"So? Even the dog has a fan club."

Still more dancing.

"Well, I'll grant you that the test groups do give you a high acceptance rating..."

More dancing.

"Fine! But I have anticipated your return. Hugo, Lefty, meet Vinnie."

In the corner of the room a very large man with an ill fitting suit cracked his knucles and glared at the socks.

"Vinnie here is going to be the keeper of the scripts for you two. This time I will not be surprised to find one of them for sale on eBay!"

The socks looked dejected.

02-10-2011, 05:30 PM	#7
psockpuppet Lefty, Hugo, and me! Posts: 104 Karma: 29030 Join Date: Aug 2008 Device: Guttenberg Bible	The cross town bus pulled up to a decrepit and nondescript brick building in one of the seedier neighborhoods in Hollywood. The stop bell had been dinged, but the driver did not see anyone getting off. "Quit playing with me! I've got a schedule to run behind on, here!" The bus drove off in a cacphony of fouls smells and loud engine noises. Two grey wool socks rolled up the sidewalk to the entrance of the building. Above the door was a faded sign that read: pshrynk Enterprises, Therapy, Medications, Bad Advice, and High Bills." Under it, somehone had painted in: "pshrynk Productions." They rolled through the door, past a seat that had a sign tacked to it that read: "Out running errands for my uncle. Just leave the $300 in the box." The box had been stolen already this morning. Inside the office, there was a fat, greying man with a beard shouting on the phone. "WHAT? That's highway robbery, that is! ... I don't care if your insurance went up after the last time you used it. It's not my fault that the damned thing got shot at... Okay, I grant you that thLook, how can we make an epic drama of a bush pilot and the love of his life, if there is no plane for him to fly? It would look pretty stupid him driving around in a car everywhere. Espcially the scene with the giant squid off the coast of Panama! ... Fine! I'll just have to cut back on the extras and the CGI budget!" He slammed the phone down and looked at the socks. "What do you two want?" The socks danced around his feet, pantomiming. "Why should I hire you again? All you do is lose the script and then improvise your scenes!" More dancing. "I'm not really sure that smart wool socks are covered as an oppressed minority, here." More dancing. "So? Even the dog has a fan club." Still more dancing. "Well, I'll grant you that the test groups do give you a high acceptance rating..." More dancing. "Fine! But I have anticipated your return. Hugo, Lefty, meet Vinnie." In the corner of the room a very large man with an ill fitting suit cracked his knucles and glared at the socks. "Vinnie here is going to be the keeper of the scripts for you two. This time I will not be surprised to find one of them for sale on eBay!" The socks looked dejected.