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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]
The bear shook its head. "Not this old joke again."
"Hey, I love this joke!"
"It's the oldest one in the book, sister, and it isn't funny."
"This isn't that version. And it is funny."
The bear sighed. "Fine. Why did the chicken cross the road?"
"To escape a political coop!" Nadia's laugh was a touch manic. The bear faced her blankly.
"I don't get it."
"Coop. Coup. It's funny."
"It really isn't."
"I hate you, Beartold."
The bear gave her a hug.
Re: The Stage [WS7]
"I thought you were my friend, Franklin!" GOB pleaded.
"Fine. No mauling the whiner. Yet."