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How to Be an Entertainer Workshop #7, Caritas, 07.05.06, Afternoon
GOB looked miserable when the students walked in. If somebody were to guess that he was hung over, they wouldn't be wrong. And if somebody were to guess that the puppet patting him on the back was being poorly controlled by GOB, they wouldn't be wrong about that either.
"Listen up, bitches," the puppet said. It was a coincidence that GOB's lips were moving and that the puppet's voice sounded like GOB's only raised an octave and angrier. "My name is Franklin and I'm your sub. It seems Mr. Dumbass over here had too much to drink last night. Can't hold your booze anymore, buddy?"
"Look," GOB told the puppet, "that was a lot of shots, then there were explosions in the sky. I'd like to see you deal with that."
"And I'd like to deal with your mom!" Franklin said.
"That's uncalled for," GOB protested.
Franklin turned back to the students. "This week you're doing ventriloquism. There are a bunch of puppets on the stage. Take one, stick your hand up its ass, and make it talk. Nadia, stay away from any ethnic stuff or I'm calling in my crew for a beat-down."
GOB spoke up again. "And don't forget about the talent show on Friday. Have something prepared."
"Listen up, bitches," the puppet said. It was a coincidence that GOB's lips were moving and that the puppet's voice sounded like GOB's only raised an octave and angrier. "My name is Franklin and I'm your sub. It seems Mr. Dumbass over here had too much to drink last night. Can't hold your booze anymore, buddy?"
"Look," GOB told the puppet, "that was a lot of shots, then there were explosions in the sky. I'd like to see you deal with that."
"And I'd like to deal with your mom!" Franklin said.
"That's uncalled for," GOB protested.
Franklin turned back to the students. "This week you're doing ventriloquism. There are a bunch of puppets on the stage. Take one, stick your hand up its ass, and make it talk. Nadia, stay away from any ethnic stuff or I'm calling in my crew for a beat-down."
GOB spoke up again. "And don't forget about the talent show on Friday. Have something prepared."
Re: The Stage [WS7]
"Leave me alone, sucka!" said the puppet in a voice that sounded a lot like a bad impression of Mr. T.
"Why so angry Mr. Pointy Britches?" asked Peter. Mr. Pointy Britches scowled. "In 1972 my commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime we didn't commit. But we promptly escaped from a maximun security stockade to the Los Angeles underground."
"Wow! Sounds like an exciting story. But what do you do now that you can't re-join society?" asked Peter, using more big words than he has ever used before in his life.
"When I don't have your hand up my ass we survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem- if no one else can help- and you can find us- then maybe you can hire...THE A-TEAM!"
"Ba da baaaaaaaa! Ba da baaaaaaaa!" said Peter. He was then clocked in the eye by Mr. Pointy Britches big pointy teeth. "OWWWWWWWWWWW!"
Re: The Stage [WS7]