by ANDREWLAITURI » Thu May 04, 2006 6:29 pm
Location: Robvoz's 30,000 sq. ft., 15.4 million dollar palatial estate.
Scene: Rob wearing a silk smoking jacket sits comfortably in a highbacked leather chair behind a massive mahogany and gold trimmed desk sipping Cognac and smoking a pipe going over the next 250 million dollar movie proposal. His 15 Oscars on a shelf behind him.
Door opens.
Tyber enters wearing greasy ripped jeans, no shoes, and a bowling shirt smoking a Swisher.
Tyber: What up dude?
Rob looking startled.
Rob: Can I help you??
Tyber: Rob, it's me Ty, from the league.
Rob looking perplexed.
Rob: Ty? Ty? Tyber? (Wincing)
Tyber: Yeah dude, what's shakin' bacon?
Rob still wincing.
Rob: Mr. Tyber how...
Tyber: Nah bra, it's just Ty.
Rob: Ummm...Right. Well umm Mr. ummm Ty how did you get in here?
Tyber: That was easy dude! I told the security dude we were old friends from Strat days oh and I flipped him a twenty.
Rob: Ummm...Excuse me for one moment.
Rob picks up his phone.
Rob: Bernadette? Who is our Chief of security?
Listens
Rob: Stevens is it? Ummm...Fire him!
Rob hangs up. Tyber innocently flicks ashes onto Rob's mother of pearl inlaid flooring.
Rob: So uh, Ty is it? Ummm...Would you care to sit down?
Tyber: Thanks dude!
Rob: NOT THERE TY!!!
Rob: That's a Louis the XIVth, it's very old.
Tyber: You like garage sales too?! Dude! That's awesome!
Rob:...
Rob: Can I get you something to drink? A sherry perhaps?
Tyber: Got Pabst?
Rob:???
Tyber: Old Milwaukee is good too dude.
Rob:???
Tyber: That's ok dude, I know times are tough, I'll just grab a six on the way home.
Rob:...
Phone rings, Rob answers looking almost relieved! Tyber looks around but not seeing an ashtray flips the Swisher butt into a Ming Dynasty Vase.
Rob: No Mr. Deniro may not be in my next project! When he acquires some talent maybe we'll talk!
Rob Hangs up.
Rob: Look uh Ty I'm really busy could you just tell me what you want?
Tyber: Busy huh? Yeah I know that one! I gotta take the beer cans back to the store after I leave here. DUDE! THAT IS SUCH A DRAG!
Rob slides open his front desk drawer checking for the loaded pistol.
Rob: Will you get on with it already?!
Tyber: Oh yeah. Like you know like those two dudes Chuck and Jerry?
Rob: Charles and Reginald? Yes I know them quite well, we went to Harvard together, graduated tops in our class, we play Polo together every week. Very upstanding and prestigious gentlemen.
Tyber: Yeah the two geeky dudes! So anyways, like Chuck was on there this morning like saying all kinds of like nice stuff to Jerry and like he like totally thought it could be taken the wrong way so he says "Oh now Rob and Ty are gonna give it to me." So I like totally went on and said that I like totally wasn't going to even though I like totally was going to! It was killer!
Rob: ???
Tyber: Right so like I figured I could like totally come over here and help you come up with something that would like totally shred them!
Rob: Umm Ty right? Listen Ty, can I be frank with you?
Tyber: I thought your name was Rob??
Rob: Ummm...Right. I mean can I be honest with you?
Tyber: Sure dude! Honesty rocks!
Rob: Ty I have to admit that I find you to be a demeritorious, odious, deplorable, despicable, detestable person.
Tyber: WOW! Thanks dude! I think you're pretty cool too.
Rob: And I find your voluminous attempts at humor to be synthetic, sophomoric, erroneous, fallacious,condemnable piles of tripe!
Tyber: Dude! That rocks! I like your stuff too, I don't really understand any of it but it like totally rocks dude! So you'll totally like rip on them then?
Rob: Ty...ummm...how can I put this? You're wanting me to write aspersing, belittling, calumnious, censorious, contumelious, critical, damaging, decrying, defamatory, degrading, demeaning things about these two fine gentlemen that I hold in such high regard??
Tyber: Like totally dude! That would rock!
Rob: Get out!
Tyber: I knew you wouldn't let me down dude!
Last edited by
ANDREWLAITURI on Thu May 04, 2006 9:22 pm, edited 3 times in total.