Post by Logan on Jan 20, 2014 23:23:21 GMT -5
Erin Robbins: What's Logan doing out here?
Zach Davis: He wasn't on the show was he?
Erin Robbins: Not entirely sure. Was busy on my phone the entire evening.
Zach Davis: Ha. Me too. Auto pilot commentary.
The two unusually high five. Meanwhile, Logan has graced the ring with a microphone. Most of the audience whom were leaving return to their seats.
Logan: Once upon a time I was a dull boy. Someone who never cared for others. Not at all. To be frank, up until just recently the only things I felt were spawned from the joy of violence. No other feelings existed. I am, or was, essentially a boudlebot. A zombie hungry for flesh. And just flesh. Nothing else. Well... maybe hotdogs.
Big pop from the audience.
Logan: I sat around the other day during my week off, wondering... simply wondering. Am I the same kid WCF knew fourteen years ago? Am I better or worse? Has The Face of Treachery become The Face of Naivety? WHO. AM. I. Why do I suddenly feel? What happened.
He looks down at the microphone, plucking it a few times.
Logan: Ladies and gentlemen. I am on the edge. Not the tightrope of insanity. No. Been there. Crossed it. I am on the edge of love. Chello Black Armstrong... I love you.
Microphone drops and Logan exits the ring.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA.
Zach Davis: What are you doing here?
Zach Davis: He wasn't on the show was he?
Erin Robbins: Not entirely sure. Was busy on my phone the entire evening.
Zach Davis: Ha. Me too. Auto pilot commentary.
The two unusually high five. Meanwhile, Logan has graced the ring with a microphone. Most of the audience whom were leaving return to their seats.
Logan: Once upon a time I was a dull boy. Someone who never cared for others. Not at all. To be frank, up until just recently the only things I felt were spawned from the joy of violence. No other feelings existed. I am, or was, essentially a boudlebot. A zombie hungry for flesh. And just flesh. Nothing else. Well... maybe hotdogs.
Big pop from the audience.
Logan: I sat around the other day during my week off, wondering... simply wondering. Am I the same kid WCF knew fourteen years ago? Am I better or worse? Has The Face of Treachery become The Face of Naivety? WHO. AM. I. Why do I suddenly feel? What happened.
He looks down at the microphone, plucking it a few times.
Logan: Ladies and gentlemen. I am on the edge. Not the tightrope of insanity. No. Been there. Crossed it. I am on the edge of love. Chello Black Armstrong... I love you.
Microphone drops and Logan exits the ring.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA.
Zach Davis: What are you doing here?
