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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]
"Whaz wrong which you?" Jamie drunkenly demanded of the puppet. "Why won'ts you talkie-talk?"
The puppet remains silent.
"You ussssed to be sooooo funny," Jamie lamented. "Now you're just something that sits on my hand and does nothing."
The puppet still remains silent.
"Waasss it sssomething I sssaid?" Jamie slurred. "Because quite honestly I had a little to drink lasst night."
Puppet? Still silent.
"C'mon! Let's sing," Jamie said trying to encourage the puppet. "Turn around..."
The puppet refuses to sing.
"C'mon! Turn around..."
That puppet is a stubborn cuss.
"You suck!" Jamie screamed at the sock puppet. "You suckity-suck-suck with a side of suck!"
Apparently the puppet has a thick skin because it doesn't respond.
"You were nothing when I found you!" Jamie screamed "You were just a left over sock from the dryer and a few buttons! I MADE YOU A FREAKIN' STAR! THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME?!!!"
The sock-puppet says nothing.
"I didn't means it shocky!" Jamie said tearfully. "Please! Say somethings!"
The sock-puppet ignores Jamie's request.
"I gues thish is it then," Jamie said taking the sock of his hand and giving it one final hug. "Goodbye Shocky. Good luck."
Jamie drops the sock puppet on the stage and then walks off stage, promptly passing out in the music pit with the zombies.
Re: The Stage [WS7]
"Shut up, bitch," Franklin told GOB.