*The scene opens in the dressing room of Iceberg Le’Tuce. He is pacing up and down the room, on his cell phone.*

 

Le’Tuce: “Listen, you girls are going to have to run the place by yourselves. Eva has…run into a little trouble….well I say little….”

 

Le’Tuce: “No, don’t worry I’ll have her back for Mr Bold’s visit. Eva is pretty much the only one of you girls brave enough to touch down there.”

 

*Le’Tuce’s TV comes into shot, showing an advertisement for OCW Riot. It shows a short clip of Patolomai throwing someone around the ring. Le’Tuce pauses the TV.*

 

Le’Tuce: “Him. Surely he’s played enough Saints Row to know you don’t steal a pimp’s hoes without expecting retaliation.”

Le’Tuce: “It’s time for me to man up, get out there and show this big lump who I am. No more mr nice guy!”

*Knock at the door, a stage-hand enters*

 

Stage-hand: “One double mocha-frocha-choco-laté for Mr Le’Tuce”

 

Le’Tuce: “With marshmallows?”

 

Stage-hand: “Yes, sir.”

 

Le’Tuce: “Sweeeet.”

*The scene fades with Iceberg Le’Tuce digging in to his uber-coffee.*

Sorry, too much to read.

Only for a retard.

I prefer the cliff notes to material written by "people i dont give a fuck about."

You say you don't give a fuck about me. You do. You sly goose.

You say you don't give a fuck about me. You do. You sly goose.

 

i do. You are my son, for Christs Sake.