Greg aka Lou: How about some names for the audience?
Doug: Well, I.....
[interrupted by a sudden, nearly coherent screaming outburst from a wild-eyed obvious Californian in the audience]
HEY !! HEY !! Greg aka Lou, don't you know who that dude is? He ain't no mild-mannered stock picker and chicken expert. Why that guy has all the morals of a shark in bloody waters! He's the diabolical mastermind behind The Final Solution for Chickens! HEY DOUG, JUST TRY TO DENY IT, I DARE YA !! I GOT EVIDENCE---PHOTOS, VIDEOS, HECK THERE'S CHICKEN BONES AND INCINERATED, ROTTING CHICKEN FLESH IN EVERY TRASH CAN AROUND YOUR PLACE, AND----
[goon sqaud rushes the guy]
Greg aka Lou: "CUT TO COMMERCIAL !! CUT TO COMMERCIAL !!
[goon squad jumps the guy, and a scuffle ensues]
Califonia Maniac: GET YER DAMN HANDS OFF ME !! I GOT RIGHTS !!---HEY DOUG, HOW THE HELL DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT, HUH? WHAT DO YOU TELL YER KIDS, HUH?---Hey, lemme go---I GOT AN ATTORNEY !! I GOT A SURFBOARD, AND A SNOWBOARD, AND A PORCHE, AND AN AK-47..... I..... HEY !!
[In the ensuing scuffle, the maniac is subdued, hogtied, gagged, and carried off, still struggling...]
Greg aka Lou: Doug, I....
Doug: Lou, I'm just following orders, just like everybody else.
Greg aka Lou: Well, I guess it's your affair, but that didn't work at Nuremberg, ya know.... |
