Sunday, November 11, 2007

NSVC: Cheap Gin

A/N: This was is a particularly short and less-serious (even for the series) chapter in the New Smallville Chronicles.

(AG walks in without a lot of coordination)

AG: (announces) Teletubbies.

ED: (looks at her watch) It’s not April 1.

AG: Here me out.

AM: Are you drunk?

TW: Where Miles?

AG: Designated Driver. So, here’s how it’s going to go down. We can have Clark be blue. (gesturing at the top of his head) And his little head thingie can be the Superman logo.

ED: Your breath reeks of cheap gin.

MR: (with complete sincerity) Can Lex’s head have a male sign?

AG: Genius!

AM: Lana can be an acorn.

KK: I hate you, but it’s still funny. Yours can be a pair of boobs.

MR: You’ll have to fight Erica for them.

AA: Jimmy can be a camera.

ED: That’s not creative. Maybe a puppy dog.

MR: Or a hieroglyph.

AA: What will we call ourselves?

ED: (to TW) Dummy.

AM: (to MR) Woobey.

KK: (to AM) Thinky cleavy.

AA: (about himself) Flashy?

TW: (to KK) Lie-Lies.

MR: (to ED) Tipsy Bra-Bra Winky Winky Ho. For the win.

AG: (writing this all down on a notepad up-side-down with a capped pen) Brilliance, all of you. Keeping the creative wines flowing.

AA: Doesn’t he mean…?

KK: It’s not worth it, Aaron.

MR: What should we show on our little belly TVs?

ED: Knowing our producers, they’ll probably be shameless Ford Fusion, Toyota Yaris, and Sprint ads.

AG: (swaying) Does anyone have any more cheap gin?

ED: Yeah, c’mon, I keep a bottle in my car.

(ED leaves supporting AG)

MR: (in a high-pitched voice) Group hug! (normal voice) C’mon, anybody?

KK: Mike, you don’t have kids. How do you know all this?

MR: No comment.

TW: See ya guys.

MR: (high-pitched) Bye-bye!

(TW leaves)

AM: (looking at her watch) Kristin, you got time for lunch?

KK: Absolutely. Have fun, Mike.

AM: Later.

MR: Bye-bye! Bye-bye!

(AM and KK leave together)

AA: No offence, but I’m leaving, too.

MR: Bye-bye!

AA: That gets annoying fast.

MR: Group hug!

(AA leaves)

(MR is alone)

MR: Uh-oh! (pause) Hey, Al, Durance. You left, yet? How much ya got?

(MR leaves)

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