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Post by freak on Aug 2, 2010 20:03:49 GMT -6
Chris P. is outside the Perfect World's locker room. He knocks on the door.
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Post by Hollywood on Aug 3, 2010 14:02:53 GMT -6
The door swings open, and much to Chris P's chagrin, it's shamed former Major League Baseball player, Rafael Palmeiro.
Yeah, what the hell do you want? And who the hell are you anyway?
TO BE CONTINUED BY FREAK
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Post by freak on Aug 3, 2010 14:59:21 GMT -6
Chill, Rafe, not looking for roids or Viagra. I'm looking for the weak link of the Perfect World. You seen Tyler Guevara anywhere?
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Post by Hollywood on Aug 3, 2010 19:57:02 GMT -6
C'mon, you should know Tyler Guevara well enough by now that he won't be here taking care of things in the Perfect World locker room. That's what I'm here for since I can't make any money from baseball anymore. Anyway, Tyler's usually out 'n' about around Downtown Fort Worth... usually the Sundance Square or University Drive area.
TO BE CONTINUED BY FREAK OR END, WHICHEVER HE PREFERS
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Post by freak on Aug 3, 2010 23:36:39 GMT -6
Chris sighs.
Alright, I had a feeling this was gonna be a waste of time, but thanks anyway.
He leaves.
END
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