Post by logan on Feb 27, 2007 17:40:12 GMT -5
We come to life, again, and this time Logan happens to be enjoying himself in a library. Logan sits at one of them long wooden tables, across the table is a television. Jack of Blades is just finishing up his promo of nonsense on the television as Logan begins to speak.
Logan: An open letter? Well, he was defiantly open about it. I just finished watching his onward assault of unknown words that took their individual turns stabbing at my brain until it forced me to open up a dictionary. Yes, that's how bad it was. He spoke of me shedding light on my career over the last year? I mentioned one match. Jack flew over the whole last year of my life in confusing detail in the matter of thirty minutes. How does he do it? I'd really like to know. He sounds pretty educated, it almost makes me wonder why didn't he pursue another career. The WCF fan base ages range from twelve to seventeen, after that many of them tend to grow out of it. I honestly doubt fans will begin holding up signs which read "utilitarian obtrusiveness". I don't even know what that means, so from now on I'm going to keep a dictionary handy with me every time I have to torture my ears with the sound of Jack's promos.
Logan scratches his head.
Logan: Utilitarian obtrusiveness.. hm.
Logan stands to his feet shouting out in the silent library.
Logan: Does anyone here know the meaning of utilitarian obtrusiveness?
The librarian stares daggers at Logan.
Librarian: Sit down you drunkard, stop rambling, and shouting made up words.
Logan: Ha, no.. utilitarian obtrusiveness must be some type of word or unless he wouldn't have used it.
Librarian: You're seeing things now?
Logan: I mean, boudle is made up.. no one truly knows the meaning of the word but me. Utilitarian obtrusiveness must mean SOMETHING!
Librarian: If you're so worried about just look it up. If you continue to shout I'm going have to ask you to leave.
Logan: I'd rather not use the phrase, word, crap, "utilitarian obtrusiveness" anymore. I promised myself this wouldn't turn into a Blades promo, and using anymore confusing words such as this would only mean that he has beaten me. He has succeeded in making me dizzy with his talk of nonsense.
Librarian: Nonsense? You're the only one talking nonsense right now. Leave my library.
Logan: Excuse me, your library?
Librarian: Well--
Logan: This is a place open to the community, you do not have any ownership whatsoever over this library. I'm free, and by free I do mean free.. to come, and go as I wish. If I wanted to go rent some old movie such as Naked Lunch to take home, and masturbate then I will. And, I will do it.. free. Yes, freely. Because that's what a library is all about. Man, this place has lost it's morals. I'll leave, but on my own conditions.
Librarian: Yeah, whatever works for you. Bye.
On his way out Logan's eyes widen, an idea sparks into his head. Soon as Logan reaches the outside of the library he quickly pulls out his cell phone.
Logan: I just thought of something. I never have to leave WCF, even when I die, I can come back. I was just thinking of Bobby Dole's invention which occurred yesterday in Food Lion, what if I can somehow freeze a certain body part of my own, and later have it genetically grafted whenever I passed. Yes! Treachery would run this place for generations, they'd be dealing with me for years. I'd be pissing off Seth's sons, their sons, and so on. I may have something here.
We hear someone speaking on the other line of Logan's telephone.
Logan: How did the nipple freezing work? What?! A success? How soon can we meet?
Logan looks a bit excited.
Logan: Your basement..? Four hours? Uh, okay.
The scene fades out as these events ahead will be continued at a later time.
Logan: An open letter? Well, he was defiantly open about it. I just finished watching his onward assault of unknown words that took their individual turns stabbing at my brain until it forced me to open up a dictionary. Yes, that's how bad it was. He spoke of me shedding light on my career over the last year? I mentioned one match. Jack flew over the whole last year of my life in confusing detail in the matter of thirty minutes. How does he do it? I'd really like to know. He sounds pretty educated, it almost makes me wonder why didn't he pursue another career. The WCF fan base ages range from twelve to seventeen, after that many of them tend to grow out of it. I honestly doubt fans will begin holding up signs which read "utilitarian obtrusiveness". I don't even know what that means, so from now on I'm going to keep a dictionary handy with me every time I have to torture my ears with the sound of Jack's promos.
Logan scratches his head.
Logan: Utilitarian obtrusiveness.. hm.
Logan stands to his feet shouting out in the silent library.
Logan: Does anyone here know the meaning of utilitarian obtrusiveness?
The librarian stares daggers at Logan.
Librarian: Sit down you drunkard, stop rambling, and shouting made up words.
Logan: Ha, no.. utilitarian obtrusiveness must be some type of word or unless he wouldn't have used it.
Librarian: You're seeing things now?
Logan: I mean, boudle is made up.. no one truly knows the meaning of the word but me. Utilitarian obtrusiveness must mean SOMETHING!
Librarian: If you're so worried about just look it up. If you continue to shout I'm going have to ask you to leave.
Logan: I'd rather not use the phrase, word, crap, "utilitarian obtrusiveness" anymore. I promised myself this wouldn't turn into a Blades promo, and using anymore confusing words such as this would only mean that he has beaten me. He has succeeded in making me dizzy with his talk of nonsense.
Librarian: Nonsense? You're the only one talking nonsense right now. Leave my library.
Logan: Excuse me, your library?
Librarian: Well--
Logan: This is a place open to the community, you do not have any ownership whatsoever over this library. I'm free, and by free I do mean free.. to come, and go as I wish. If I wanted to go rent some old movie such as Naked Lunch to take home, and masturbate then I will. And, I will do it.. free. Yes, freely. Because that's what a library is all about. Man, this place has lost it's morals. I'll leave, but on my own conditions.
Librarian: Yeah, whatever works for you. Bye.
On his way out Logan's eyes widen, an idea sparks into his head. Soon as Logan reaches the outside of the library he quickly pulls out his cell phone.
Logan: I just thought of something. I never have to leave WCF, even when I die, I can come back. I was just thinking of Bobby Dole's invention which occurred yesterday in Food Lion, what if I can somehow freeze a certain body part of my own, and later have it genetically grafted whenever I passed. Yes! Treachery would run this place for generations, they'd be dealing with me for years. I'd be pissing off Seth's sons, their sons, and so on. I may have something here.
We hear someone speaking on the other line of Logan's telephone.
Logan: How did the nipple freezing work? What?! A success? How soon can we meet?
Logan looks a bit excited.
Logan: Your basement..? Four hours? Uh, okay.
The scene fades out as these events ahead will be continued at a later time.
