Worshipping the bangs
Join Date: Aug 2004
Location: Larsson's Player Forum
Re: Halloween Confrontation VIII
OLD AND TATTERED CANVAS SIGNS FLAP IN THE WIND. SERENA POINTS EXCITEDLY.
Oh, look! A freak show! Let’s go to the freak show!
VEE: (POINTING AT THE POLES, MASHA’S RETINUE, ETC)
Isn’t that kind of redundant?
Have you tried my new line of underwear yet?
As if I wear panties.
TMI! TMI! I always wear two pairs for safety! Once I got crabs and nearly died!
Oh, look. Signs for a freak show! We will go. If there’s one thing we enjoy more than mocking peasants, it’s mocking hideously deformed peasants.
This is so stupid. I mean as soon as you read the signs you know who they’re going to find in the freak show.
Yes, it’s an obvious plot device to introduce more of the popular players into the story. Which begs the question of what we did to deserve this.
THE FAT LADY
MASHA AND SERENA ENTER THE TENT.
Well, this is disappointing. It’s just Taylor.
We were expecting someone, you know, fat.
Eat ze cake, and get fat, Gretel.
I told you, my name is Taylor. And I don’t want any cake.
Come with us, girls.
THEY EXIT THE FAT LADY’S TENT AND MEET VEE AND THE POLES OUTSIDE.
We found the carnival barker.
That is so annoying!
Hey, there’s a sign for the world’s strongest man. Look at those biceps!
ENTER SAM DRESSED IN A LEOPARD PRINT LEOTARD.
WO-man. World’s strongest WO-man. I’ve told them to repaint that bloody sign at least a thousand times, stupid bloody poms.
Look, I hate to be a spoil-sport, but there are just getting to be more and more of us all in one place, and you know what that means…
Yeah, well, crossing the street means death to you.
Hey, there’s a mind reader! Let’s go get our minds read!
Well, this won’t take long.
THE WOMEN ENTER A MYSTERIOUS TENT. SMOKY INCENSE FILLS THE AIR. MYSTERIOUS RUNES ARE PAINTED ON THE WALLS. A TABLE COVERED IN EXOTIC CLOTHS SITS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM, WITH A CRYSTAL SKULL IN THE CENTER. A FLAP OPENS, AND A ROBED, TURBANED AND VEILED FIGURE ENTERS.
THE FIGURE (WHO LOOKS AND SOUNDS SOMEWHAT FAMILIAR)
Welcome to my humble tent. I am the Empress of the Gypsies, and blessed with the ability to read minds.
SHE POINTS AT SERENA.
You! You think you are the greatest diva in the WTA! But you are wrong!
MASHA STICKS OUT TONGUE AT SERENA.
We knew it!
THE MYSTERIOUS FIGURE WHEELS AND THRUSTS A FINGER AT MASHA.
Imposter! Fake former #1! You too, are a faux diva! The spirits do not lie!
It SO is. Let’s go.
THEY LEAVE, THE GYPSY FOLLOWING THEM.
I know it looks bad, what with it being October, and this being a spooky old, abandoned amusement park, and all of us top WTA players being here. But the good news is we haven’t seen any trace of Lena D. And we all know nothing horrible ever happens until Lena D. shows up. So we’re safe for now.
Umm, I’m not so sure…
SHE POINTS TO THE LAST SIGN FOR THE FINAL FREAK SHOW ATTRACTION, WHICH READS…
TO BE CONTINUED…
Pass the duct tape and super glue. Lena's done broke my heart one last time.
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