Post by Static on Oct 30, 2005 16:21:35 GMT -5
(Fade in. Party scene, beautiful young men and women. Against Me's "T.S.R" is the choice cut for the moment, providing a good punk-rock jam for the kids to dance to. We focus on a couple in particular, off the left. She's facing the camera, only her attractive face is seen over his shoulder. He's a charmer, she can only stop laughing long enough to blush the entire time they're chatting. His back to the camera, only his stylish blue jeans, "ERIC B FOR PRESIDENT" t-shirt and shaggy black hair can be seen. He pauses briefly to whisper something in her ear. She giggles, and they disperse. The camera follows him to another room, empty, as he takes a peice of cloth out of his pants pocket and wraps it around his head, back to the camera the entire time. The door closes behind the cameraman, the man turns around and grins a real shit-eating grin.)
MAN: "Hi, how ya doin'? I'm Static, you may have heard of me. New and improved, even less to lose."
(Sits on a big living-room chair.)
STATIC: "Some people spend their entire lives just trying to get somewhere. They mire in mediocrity and take pleasure in small victories, maybe high school graduation for a youth, or maybe a playoff berth for a sports team. Perhaps you've been paying attention to the sports scene lately, caught a minute of the World Series. Houston Astros, Chicago White Sox. Houston had never been to a World series before, Chicago hadn't since 1959. Heh."
"Unacceptable. Unbelievable. That's what happens when you don't demand the best. These teams spent that long, just to make it to this game... only one would win. The other is still the same old sucker. Chicago won easily, 4-0. Back to start, Houston. Take solace in that you never held Disco Demolition Night, I guess."
"I'm no Houston. I'm no Chicago. Diminutive in size, yes, but I've been all over this great land of Canada and left my mark everywhere. This Monday, Halloween, I'll be battling for a shot at the Provincial Title, against... Bobo? No-mo? I... don't know. I hear he's a former Olympian and has a penchant for beating up reporters. Whatev. Momo, he's the Houston Astros type. After I make him a slave to my voodoo on Halloween night, he'll surely never recover. He'll never make it to another World Series. I, on the other hand, will certainly go on to my Provincial Title shot and win, before winning many more... World Serieses. Lost myself. Hang on."
(Strokes chin.)
"Hmm. Yes. Suck my voodoo on Halloween and have your mind erased with a Moment of Clarity, Lobo. Just like the White Sox against the Astros, I'll have to get a broom out... to sweep up your remains. Until then, enjoy yourself. I have company to entertain."
(Static gets up, smiles, and leaves the room.)
MAN: "Hi, how ya doin'? I'm Static, you may have heard of me. New and improved, even less to lose."
(Sits on a big living-room chair.)
STATIC: "Some people spend their entire lives just trying to get somewhere. They mire in mediocrity and take pleasure in small victories, maybe high school graduation for a youth, or maybe a playoff berth for a sports team. Perhaps you've been paying attention to the sports scene lately, caught a minute of the World Series. Houston Astros, Chicago White Sox. Houston had never been to a World series before, Chicago hadn't since 1959. Heh."
"Unacceptable. Unbelievable. That's what happens when you don't demand the best. These teams spent that long, just to make it to this game... only one would win. The other is still the same old sucker. Chicago won easily, 4-0. Back to start, Houston. Take solace in that you never held Disco Demolition Night, I guess."
"I'm no Houston. I'm no Chicago. Diminutive in size, yes, but I've been all over this great land of Canada and left my mark everywhere. This Monday, Halloween, I'll be battling for a shot at the Provincial Title, against... Bobo? No-mo? I... don't know. I hear he's a former Olympian and has a penchant for beating up reporters. Whatev. Momo, he's the Houston Astros type. After I make him a slave to my voodoo on Halloween night, he'll surely never recover. He'll never make it to another World Series. I, on the other hand, will certainly go on to my Provincial Title shot and win, before winning many more... World Serieses. Lost myself. Hang on."
(Strokes chin.)
"Hmm. Yes. Suck my voodoo on Halloween and have your mind erased with a Moment of Clarity, Lobo. Just like the White Sox against the Astros, I'll have to get a broom out... to sweep up your remains. Until then, enjoy yourself. I have company to entertain."
(Static gets up, smiles, and leaves the room.)