25th Inning

[freakinblur]

[Somewhere, in a warehouse uptown, Scout stands in front of a small film crew and a director. He's currently dressed as the impressive, glorious image of a young Soviet soldier who is defeating their capitalist and Nazi enemies and leading the loyal workers to victory.]

Okay, so, I stab this Nazi guy, then kick the American guy in tha face, then I say... what the crap, I can't read this. I don't speak Russian! What's it say? .... "Nothing will stop us! We are Russians, we will overcome!"* ...Are you freakin' serious? Awright, whatevah. Let's just get this over with.


[Later, back at home the efficiency apartment, a phone call!]

This is it? Geez. Well if this only lasts as long as Westport, whatevah, this'll be a breeze. They've made me inta some kinda movie star fer their lousy Commie movies, but it beats the factory 'n' all that. I mean, I guess I am a pretty sweet choice ta be the hero, right? 12 hour workdays kinda blow though. What they stick tha rest 'a you chucklenuts with?




<sub>[[totally taken right from an old Soviet propaganda poster, ftw

And just wait till he realizes his speed is gone. OH HO HO.]]</sub>

Comments

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Which plans? There's a lotta those goin' on all tha time, pally. Ya can hardly blame yerself for that. And if it ain't one holiday, it's the next. Mayfield's sure ta pull this shit every time.

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you're right... Hope they don't think this place'll discourage us or somethin', 'cause I feel like kickin' their arses even more than usual.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Everythin' they do makes me wanna kick their asses. This is definitely not earnin' them any favors.

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

Heh, those prats don't know who they're messin' with.