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 ||As Weezle is about to leave the lobby of the office, he stops and pulls out his cell phone, punching in some numbers and putting it to his ear.|| Hello? Hey Brendan. You sounded a bit ticked just earlier... And I was wondering if you wanted to join me for lunch, to make up for it. ... It's on me. ...Okay. Fillon's? Sounds perfect. Alright, I'm leaving now. So, I'll get there in about twenty. I'll see you in... oh... about twenty, twenty-five minutes. Faaantastic. Toodles! Did you just say--- *sigh*.... Nevermind. Later. *click* Faaaaaantastic! ||Weezle puts his cell phone back in the pocket ont he inside of his coat and walks out of the lobby. After hailing a cab, he is on his way to Fillon's.|| Hey, how's it going... **Squints at nameplate** ...Jorhect... ||The cabbie replies in a very, very thick Prussian accent.|| Good! It good! Vife good! Childreen good! Jorhect good! That's good. Dat very good! Baby, new, healthy, bouncy. Boucy baby boy! It good! You're a lucky man, Jorhect. No! No? Look at Jorhect! Jorhect drive cab! Jorhect work eighteen hour day! Wow... that's rough. Jorhect sit on ass all day! Jorhect get hemhorids! ||There is a sudden moment of silence, as Weezle is not quite sure how to respond.|| ...You mean... Hemorhoids? Yes! Hemhorids! Painful! Very painful! Huh... that kinda sucks. Sucks very much! Say Jorhect... how many kids do you have? Seven! Seven? Seven! Seven bouncy babies! Well... not all babies! Say... How would you like to go see the LCW show? L...C...W? Yea, the wrestling event on in town. Ohhh! The wrestling! Yeah! With the tights and the guys and the guys that touch each other, hehehe. Whooooaaa! We're not all like Big Red, hehe. Big RRRrrrred? Forget it. Jorhect never forget! He like elephant! Uh-huh... So, do you want me to get your family some tickets? Tickets! Jorhect love to go! Great! I'll-- But Jorhect can't! Oh? Jorhect skip work, Jorhect not get paid! That's no good. Jorhect not get paid, Jorhect get no food! Jorhect get no food, children eat rats! ...Didn't need to know that... Whassat? Speak up! Jorhect driving! Nothing... Don't worry Jorhect. Ok! Jorhect no worry! Well, here you are! Jorhect get you here early! Yeah! Jorhect rules! Rules?! Like dictator?!? No! Jorhect not dictator! Dicator bad! Whoa whoa! Calm down! I meant that you're really good... You're the best. Oh. Oh! I see! Hehehehe... you funny! Funny man! Jorhect like you! Thanks Jorhect. That twelve dollar, friend! ||Weezle pulls out a wad of bills.|| Here Jorhect. Take the extra, treat the kids. Extra?! You special! Jorhect like you! Jorhect thank you! Heeey... no problem. Bye now. Good-bye good man! ||Weezle exits the cab and walks into Fillon's.|| Good afternoon, sir. Heyo. Table for two. That should be about a one-hour wait, sir. If you will take one of our pagers, we will buzz you when a ta-- No no no my good friend... Table for two now... Or withing the next ten minutes. You see, sir, it's not that I do not want to give you a table, it is that I cannot give you a table. ||Weezle pulls out his wallet, and removes a gold-coloured card.|| I understand. But I would REALLY appreciate if you got me a table. ||The maitre d' takes the gold card from Weezle, and looks at it.|| Oh... Well Mr. Campbell, I'm sure we can find a table for you right away. ||Weezle smiles as he puts a Gold Card back into his wallet.|| Thank you. ||After about am minute, the maitre d' returns, with two menus under his arm.|| Is the other party here? No, not yet. No problem Mr. Campbell. And what is his name? ...Name? So that when he comes I can usher him to your table. Well.... uhhh... you see... He... He... ||As Weezle stammers, his face turning red and forehead starting to sweat, he comes up with a reply.|| I don't know! Yea... that works... I mean, it's a business meeting, and I don't know his name. I understand, sir. Should I ask for his company's name? ...Yes! ...And that would be?...Sir? LCW. Yes... He is from LCW. He's 5'10", 189 lbs, brown hair... If he's who I think he is... hehe... ||The maitre d' looks at Weezle a little awkwardly, but doesn't say anything.|| No problem sir. I will personally watch for him. Thanks. Now, please follow me to your table. ||Weezle follows the maitre d' to the patio area, where a table has just been cleaned off and set up.|| ||End|| |
