"Rage Against The Machine" (CD2) Aug 27, 2021 21:46:17 GMT -5 Der Metzger and Johnny Bacchus like this
Post by Terry Colt Jr. on Aug 27, 2021 21:46:17 GMT -5
We return to the poorly furnished and badly maintained office workspace, with entertainment agent Lenny Spark sitting at his desk looking frustrated as he works on his laptop.
LS: Worthless piece of crap, you’re not not even worth a damn bullet to put you out of your misery.
Lenny slams his hand on the desk next to the outdated laptop.
LS: I just need to check my emails, is that such a demanding task your majesty!
He takes a moment to rest his head in his eyes, when an ancient jingle pipes up with a haunting but familiar phrase.
Laptop: You’ve got mail!
Lenny raises his head in surprise, partly because the laptop is finally working but mostly because he’s surprised he’s actually got an email. He aggressively prods and pokes at the touchpad and it’s connected buttons, time passes slowly as he waits for the unread mail to open on this frankly ancient piece of equipment. He clears his throat and begins reading the email out loud to no-one’s benefit but his own.
LS: "Dear sir/madam, thank you for your recent text message. Unfortunately due to the continuing pandemic it has not been possible for me to arrange a flight to our previously agreed meeting and I have been having issues with my cell phone preventing me from contacting you directly over the phone. I do still intend on meeting with you in the near future to discuss enlisting your services to aid me in the world of wrestling."
Lenny looks visibly confused, but continues reading.
LS: "Once again I apologise for having to delay our meeting, but things seem much harder to organise in these trying times and I promise you that I will contact you directly as soon as I am able to arrive in your fine city. Kind regards, Terrence Colt Jr."
Seconds after finishing reading the email out loud, he slowly closes the lid of the laptop which uncomfortably groans as the old tired hinges are closed. Lenny raises his hands to each side of his face and slowly rubs his temples.
LS: What the shit do I know about wrestling? Well I ain’t gonna lose this opportunity.
He stops rubbing his head and goes to lift the lid on his laptop, it creaks and audibly cracks as the screen is lifted into its upright position.
LS: AOL, it’s time for you to tell me about wrestling!
Lenny scowls at the combined awfulness of his slow internet connection and the prehistoric computer as the scene fades.