Post by logan on Apr 8, 2007 9:36:27 GMT -5
Logan: One hundred shells of egg on Madd Dogg, one hundred shells of egg, take one down, pass it around, ninety-nine shells of egg on Madd Dogg.
The scene opens up, Madd Dogg is standing in Logan's back yard against a brick wall as instructed by Logan. Logan stands about ten feet away with a bowl of eggs beside him throwing eggs at Madd Dogg as he sings along.
Logan: The blue egg next? Or green?
Madd Dogg: Blue.
The basket of eggs seem to be colored in tradition to the Easter holiday. Logan picks up a blue egg, throwing it, and it crushes against Madd Dogg's chest spraying yuke everywhere.
Logan: Ninety-eight shells of egg on Madd Dogg, ninety-eight shells of egg, take one down, throw it around, ninety-seven shells of egg on Madd Dogg.
Before Logan can have anymore fun Joe Smith makes his presence known coming out through the back door.
Joe Smith: Logan..?
A look of shock spreads on Smith's face as he looks to Dogg, then back to Logan.
Joe Smith: You can't do this!
Logan throws another egg.
Logan: Damnit Joe, I lost count.. thanks.
Joe Smith: Stop! Logan!
Logan: I'm having fun, and so is Madd Dogg.. why are you always trying to ruin our day?
Joe Smith: You're a good guy now.
Logan: I know I am, and that's why I'm celebrating Easter. We're having fun ain't we Madd Dogg?
Madd Dogg grins nodding his head as a bit of yoke drips off his hair.
Logan: See..?
Joe Smith: Uh, no.. Logan. You don't understand. The WCF fans are actually beginning to cheer for you lately, doing something like this is just humane, and sick.
Logan: I was thinking more hilarious, and funny. The fans don't care. They've learned to accept my ways, and cheer for me no matter what I do. I could call them all boudles, and they'd still love me the next day.
Joe Smith: Eh, maybe you're right.. they do love you. But this isn't a good way to betray your good guy image in WCF.
Logan throws an egg at Joe.
Logan: Before you say anything else Smith, let me just add this.. just because they have begun chanting my name doesn't mean I need to start going to Church, helping old ladies across the street, or donating my hard earned money to poor.
Joe Smith sighs, looking down at the yuke on his brand new shirt.
Logan: You done?
Smith nods.
Logan: Well, if you're not here for the egging.. then bye.
Joe Smith: Bye!
Smith carries himself back into the house shaking his head as Logan continues to egg Madd Dogg.
Logan: Some people just don't know how to have fun. Say Madd Dogg, maybe we should hide these under the ring, and what not.. maybe Mike Ragnal would like to play a little Easter egg hunt tonight?
Madd Dogg: That sounds like a great idea, Master.
Logan: You bet.
Logan throws another egg at Madd Dogg.
Logan: Where was I? Ninety-six shells of egg on Madd Dogg, ninety-eight shells of egg, take one down, throw it around, ninety-five shells of egg on Madd Dogg.
The scene slowly fades out.
The scene opens up, Madd Dogg is standing in Logan's back yard against a brick wall as instructed by Logan. Logan stands about ten feet away with a bowl of eggs beside him throwing eggs at Madd Dogg as he sings along.
Logan: The blue egg next? Or green?
Madd Dogg: Blue.
The basket of eggs seem to be colored in tradition to the Easter holiday. Logan picks up a blue egg, throwing it, and it crushes against Madd Dogg's chest spraying yuke everywhere.
Logan: Ninety-eight shells of egg on Madd Dogg, ninety-eight shells of egg, take one down, throw it around, ninety-seven shells of egg on Madd Dogg.
Before Logan can have anymore fun Joe Smith makes his presence known coming out through the back door.
Joe Smith: Logan..?
A look of shock spreads on Smith's face as he looks to Dogg, then back to Logan.
Joe Smith: You can't do this!
Logan throws another egg.
Logan: Damnit Joe, I lost count.. thanks.
Joe Smith: Stop! Logan!
Logan: I'm having fun, and so is Madd Dogg.. why are you always trying to ruin our day?
Joe Smith: You're a good guy now.
Logan: I know I am, and that's why I'm celebrating Easter. We're having fun ain't we Madd Dogg?
Madd Dogg grins nodding his head as a bit of yoke drips off his hair.
Logan: See..?
Joe Smith: Uh, no.. Logan. You don't understand. The WCF fans are actually beginning to cheer for you lately, doing something like this is just humane, and sick.
Logan: I was thinking more hilarious, and funny. The fans don't care. They've learned to accept my ways, and cheer for me no matter what I do. I could call them all boudles, and they'd still love me the next day.
Joe Smith: Eh, maybe you're right.. they do love you. But this isn't a good way to betray your good guy image in WCF.
Logan throws an egg at Joe.
Logan: Before you say anything else Smith, let me just add this.. just because they have begun chanting my name doesn't mean I need to start going to Church, helping old ladies across the street, or donating my hard earned money to poor.
Joe Smith sighs, looking down at the yuke on his brand new shirt.
Logan: You done?
Smith nods.
Logan: Well, if you're not here for the egging.. then bye.
Joe Smith: Bye!
Smith carries himself back into the house shaking his head as Logan continues to egg Madd Dogg.
Logan: Some people just don't know how to have fun. Say Madd Dogg, maybe we should hide these under the ring, and what not.. maybe Mike Ragnal would like to play a little Easter egg hunt tonight?
Madd Dogg: That sounds like a great idea, Master.
Logan: You bet.
Logan throws another egg at Madd Dogg.
Logan: Where was I? Ninety-six shells of egg on Madd Dogg, ninety-eight shells of egg, take one down, throw it around, ninety-five shells of egg on Madd Dogg.
The scene slowly fades out.
