25th Inning

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[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

Scout's definitely could be worse!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Good luck, pally. Should be easy as I haven't even seen that many cows around.

Yer a sciency type, right? Know anything about cold fusion? My pal Vince needs some help with that.

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

Sorry, I'm more in the medical science area~

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Damn. I'm pretty much OK with my job so I figured I may as well get my friends some help.

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

Well, if you know anyone at the factory who can help me repurpose one of the assembly lines for a day, I'd appreciate it~