The Lord, the Mister and the Butler.
Simon: Starting to get tired, Mr. Black?
Tommie: Kind of, Lord of Mushroomturtles
Simon: Me also, let us discuss the matter of materia facing anti-materia, Mr. Black.
Tommie: *nods and lifts up a box*
Simon: Here, we have a box.
Simon: *points at the box*
Tommie: No, it's a Triangle.
Simon: *blinks*
Simon: Oh..
Simon: *coughs*
Simon: Here, we have a triangle.
Simon: *points at the triangle again*
Tommie: ... [low] A circle.
Simon: WHA- *coughs*
Simon: *clears throat*
Simon: Here, we have a shape.
Tommie: *pulls his nose*
Simon: *point at the shape*
Tommie: It is a box Mi'Lord.
Simon: It is a shape, and that's that!
Tommie: Hu hu... daller
Simon: And here.
Simon: *picks up another shape*
Simon: *looks at Mr. Black*
Tommie: *Youtubes fat people*
Tommie: Hehe... jiggly.
Simon: ...What are you doing?
Tommie: Eh? Uh... nothing. *clicks it down*
Simon: ...Right.
Tommie: You were saying?
Simon: Here, I have another shape *rattles the shape he's holding*
Tommie: ookey?
Tommie: *blinks*
Simon: Here, I have another shape. *rattles it harder and glares*
Tommie: Materia? [low] What is he on to?
Simon: [Butler, low back] He wants you to mention it's made out of anti-materia.
Simon: What are you two on about? *rattles the shape frantically*
Tommie: *pouts his lips and says* Boy, what might that be? *he points at the shape* [low to the Butler] Why are you here, and where did you come from? No matter now, begone.
Simon: This here, is an exact replica of the other shape. But there is one important difference, which is. *looks at Mr. Black again* [Butler, low back] I serve drinks, and I came from the air vent, sir.
Tommie: It is Materia and the other one is Anti-Materia and if it's combined we can destroy the universe with everything inside it? Or will it just say "Fuck you" to each other? [Low] ...James Bond.
Simon: Precisely, and the thing we are going to demonstrate what happens if we drench the materia shape in first class whiskey, and the anti-materia shape in mustard. *calls for the butler*
Tommie: Mm... eh... *scratches his chin* What... what exactly did you say you were going to do?
Simon: ..
Simon: [Butler] Myes, sir.
Simon: Right, what I am going to do.
Simon: Drench the materia in whiskey and the anti-materia in mustard.
Simon: *nods and puts the anti-materia shape on the brown ebony desk*
Tommie: *raises an eyebrow*
Simon: Will you put that next to this one? *points at the materia shape*
Tommie: Why of course. *looks around before he puts the Materia shape next to the Anti-Materia shape*
Simon: Careful! If you put them too close to eacother they'll implode and create a black hole, consuming this entire desk!
Tommie: Now we wouldn't want that happening, now would we! *lets out a chuckle* *he looks at the shapes with concentrated eyes* [low] Mustn't do the opposite.
Simon: *peers*
Simon: Right.
Simon: Where is that god-for-nothing butler?
Simon: good-for-nothing even.
Tommie: Interesting.
Simon: What is?
Tommie: That your butler hasn't returned yet.
Simon: ..Yes..yes it IS interesting.
Simon: *opens the door and shouts for the butler*
Simon: *no reply*
Simon: *walks to the window and looks out*
Tommie: Might he been injured?
Simon: ..Is that him dancing around in a pink skirt waving a pershian prince over his head?
Simon: *points out the window*
Tommie: I'd say, you must have had to much of what ever you take. *walks to the window*
Tommie: Oh my... *holds for his mouth and gasps*
Simon: *opens the window*
Simon: BUTLER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Simon: ..AND WHERE IS MY MUSTARD?!
Simon: *coughs*
Tommie: Now, Lord, this is one of the reasons why I don't use Organic servants.
Simon: ..
Simon: *Butler quickly runs inside and arrives at the room 2 seconds later, dressed in his suit*
Simon: [Butler] I have your mustard and whiskey, sire. *shifty-eyes*
Simon: Good, put them by the shapes, will you.
Tommie: *twirls his moustache as he comes closer to the table*
Tommie: My... and what exactly are you planning to achieve from this experiment?
Simon: *starts dumping the mustard over the materia shape* I have, absolutely no idea.
Tommie: I...see.
Simon: *throws away the mustard jar and empties the whiskey over the anti-materia*
Tommie: *focuses with his monocle on the experiment* I wonder what will happen.
Simon: *throws the whiskey bottle in some corner* Now then.
Simon: Time to push them together.
Tommie: *seems to be disturbed and takes one step backwards*
Simon: Uhm..
Simon: *peers at the two shapes*..Butler!
Tommie: This isn't going to end well, I presume?
Simon: Shush, of course it will. Have some faith in science.
Simon: *butler enters the room* You snarled, sir.
Tommie: Oh I do have faith in science, continue.
Simon: Butler, would you be so kind to push these shapes together after myself and Mr. Black have put ourselves at a safe distance?
Tommie: *gets into what seems to be a safe distance "Hrm... right."*
Simon: [Butler] *looks at the..rather soaky shapes* ..Of course, sir. Any specific ritual?
Simon: No, no. Just.. shuv 'em together.
Simon: [Butler] Will do, sir.
Simon: *runs off and stands by Mr. Black* Here we go.
Simon: [Butler shuvs the shapes together]
Simon: *DEMOMAN JUMPS OUT OF THE SHAPES!*
Simon: KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tommie: *is alerted*
Simon: What th-
Tommie: Odd.
Simon: Yes, very.
Simon: *Demoman disappears in red smoke*
Simon: ...That's it?
Tommie: Well...
Tommie: That makes alot of sense.
Simon: You think?
Tommie: *slowly shakes his head*
Simon: Yes..yes I guess it does. *nods slowly*
Simon: *camera zooms out towards the roof
Simon: *
Simon: *end credits*
Tommie: *
Simon: "A late night improvised movie*
Tommie: *Awesome face pops up*
Simon: *crowd goes "what th-"*
Simon: THE END[i]
Written and acted by Gotrick and Iritian. (Tommie and Simon)
Sun Mar 08 2009, 05:30
