Post by logan on Apr 14, 2007 7:21:07 GMT -5
Joe Smith: Oh this is nice, you're smoking now..?
The scene opens to Logan puffing a cigarette while standing outside of a hospital with Joe Smith.
Logan: I'm going to see if the surgeon general's warning is right.
Joe Smith: Of course it is, smoking can give you lung cancer.. easy as that.
Logan: But I'm smoking, and I don't have lung cancer.
Joe Smith: True, but you just started. Why did you call me up here anyway?
Logan blows smoke in Joe's face. Joe looks back at him with a glare as Logan answers.
Logan: I'm going to smoke this cigarette, go inside, and see if I have cancer. If I don't I'm going to sue the surgeon general's warning for false advertising. They do put these little tabs on every pack of cigarette's made, so yes, if I'm not diagnosed with any type of cancer I'm suing.
Joe Smith: You're an idiot.
Logan: You look disappointed.
Joe Smith: Eh, you're not going to get cancer from smoking one ci--
Logan: I'm going to sue that bogus truth dot com place too, all lies. LIES!
Joe Smith sighs.
Joe Smith: I don't know what to say Logan, this is probably the dumbest thing you've yet to do.
Logan: You calling me dumb? Still, being dumb and stupid is okay, as long as no one calls me stupid to my face. No one expects too much of me including me, and I'm just smart enough to know how dumb I am.
Joe Smith: So, you agree that this is.. stupid. Right?
Logan stares at Joe for a moment.
Joe Smith: Oh crap, I can see a rant coming, one of the ones I have to practically freakin' hide from.
Logan: No, I was actually just thinking about the time I caught you kissing the mirror.
Logan throws the smoke down.
Logan: That was refreshing, and look.. no cancer.
Logan takes a deep breath in and out.
Logan: Nope.
Joe Smith: Kissing the mirror..? What?
Logan: Nevermind that Joe, we have more important things to talk about. I've heard lately, well, I actually watched that little show Creeping Death put on.
Joe Smith: The Friday the thirteenth show?
Logan sighs.
Logan: Yes, that show.. go stand over there, Joe.
Joe Smith: I'm not Madd Dogg, you can't tell me what to do.
Logan: Okay fine, but stop interrupting me.. boudle. Anyway, I watched that little show which was horribly put on, and I tell you what.. I'm glad I had nothing to do with it. I noticed in one of Boone's little interviews he said he didn't want no part in the match this week, and you know what.. I don't blame him. I'm glad he's sitting this one out. But now, that narrows my opponents down a bit, now I only have to face the weather man, and the hardyz. I can't say I wouldn't mind facing Davey Boone again, but oh well.. I guess it's for the best. I can't get cancer anyway, so everything does work out.. I think maybe I'm developing super powers or something.
Logan sighs.
Logan: That'll do Smith, let's wrap it up.
Joe Smith: We just got here.
Logan: Yeah but crap, I don't know what else to say.
Joe Smith: That cigarette must have you short of breath.
Scene fades.
The scene opens to Logan puffing a cigarette while standing outside of a hospital with Joe Smith.
Logan: I'm going to see if the surgeon general's warning is right.
Joe Smith: Of course it is, smoking can give you lung cancer.. easy as that.
Logan: But I'm smoking, and I don't have lung cancer.
Joe Smith: True, but you just started. Why did you call me up here anyway?
Logan blows smoke in Joe's face. Joe looks back at him with a glare as Logan answers.
Logan: I'm going to smoke this cigarette, go inside, and see if I have cancer. If I don't I'm going to sue the surgeon general's warning for false advertising. They do put these little tabs on every pack of cigarette's made, so yes, if I'm not diagnosed with any type of cancer I'm suing.
Joe Smith: You're an idiot.
Logan: You look disappointed.
Joe Smith: Eh, you're not going to get cancer from smoking one ci--
Logan: I'm going to sue that bogus truth dot com place too, all lies. LIES!
Joe Smith sighs.
Joe Smith: I don't know what to say Logan, this is probably the dumbest thing you've yet to do.
Logan: You calling me dumb? Still, being dumb and stupid is okay, as long as no one calls me stupid to my face. No one expects too much of me including me, and I'm just smart enough to know how dumb I am.
Joe Smith: So, you agree that this is.. stupid. Right?
Logan stares at Joe for a moment.
Joe Smith: Oh crap, I can see a rant coming, one of the ones I have to practically freakin' hide from.
Logan: No, I was actually just thinking about the time I caught you kissing the mirror.
Logan throws the smoke down.
Logan: That was refreshing, and look.. no cancer.
Logan takes a deep breath in and out.
Logan: Nope.
Joe Smith: Kissing the mirror..? What?
Logan: Nevermind that Joe, we have more important things to talk about. I've heard lately, well, I actually watched that little show Creeping Death put on.
Joe Smith: The Friday the thirteenth show?
Logan sighs.
Logan: Yes, that show.. go stand over there, Joe.
Joe Smith: I'm not Madd Dogg, you can't tell me what to do.
Logan: Okay fine, but stop interrupting me.. boudle. Anyway, I watched that little show which was horribly put on, and I tell you what.. I'm glad I had nothing to do with it. I noticed in one of Boone's little interviews he said he didn't want no part in the match this week, and you know what.. I don't blame him. I'm glad he's sitting this one out. But now, that narrows my opponents down a bit, now I only have to face the weather man, and the hardyz. I can't say I wouldn't mind facing Davey Boone again, but oh well.. I guess it's for the best. I can't get cancer anyway, so everything does work out.. I think maybe I'm developing super powers or something.
Logan sighs.
Logan: That'll do Smith, let's wrap it up.
Joe Smith: We just got here.
Logan: Yeah but crap, I don't know what else to say.
Joe Smith: That cigarette must have you short of breath.
Scene fades.
