>>5424924Her name is <span class="mu-s">Sammi Paramoni,</span> a girl with a pretty name and an even better tale: after a <span class="mu-r">CENTURIES-OLD LICH</span> woke up during your graveyard shift at the <span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY DOGGIE BONE FACTORY,</span> her illustrious life of AAA-acting work became a little less… complicated.
Sure, she had to put a few other deals on hold AND lost a few nifty <span class="mu-b">PHONED-IN ROLES</span> from <span class="mu-b">PLAYING YOU IN THE MOVIE,</span> but that doesn’t change the fact that her portrayal of you is overrun by <span class="mu-r">RAMPANT IMPROVISATION!</span> Even worse, the guy in charge of the script totally has a <span class="mu-r">STUPID CRUSH ON HER!</span> <span class="mu-s">Not cool!</span>
“Tucker, baby,” she purrs as she lifts her <span class="mu-g">PROP AND TOTALLY FAKE EVENING SANITATION COORDINATOR HAT</span> to adjust her <span class="mu-g">LUSCIOUS CHESTNUT LOCKS,</span> “You don’t think… you don’t think I’m <span class="mu-i">trying</span> to make this difficult for you, do you?”
“N-no…” Stammers Tucker in an apologetic tone as you quietly skulk towards him from behind, “But you have to understand, Sammi–this… this is a defining moment in the story–it’s the first of many tooth-and-nail battles… it’s not <span class="mu-i">clean</span>, you know? It’s <span class="mu-i">VISCERAL</span>--it’s-”
“I understand…” Sighs Sammi, clearly telling him what he wants to hear, “But it’s <span class="mu-s">SO</span> hard to act around, well… <span class="mu-i">this</span>...”
Gesturing to the menacing <span class="mu-r">TENNIS BALL ON A STICK</span> dangling a few feet away from her, the unlucky S.O.B tasked with manning it adopts a look of pure terror as the leading lady shoots him a predatory glance!
“... perhaps if someone else was taking a swing at it…”
You’re just about to dramatically stride into the scene when you feel someone <span class="mu-i">else</span> wrap their arm around your shoulders! Damn it, Winnie, you snarl as you clamp onto the arm with your hand, if she touches you one more ti-
“Lookie here, guys!” Announces the arm’s owner as he drags you towards one of the vacant chairs at Tucker’s side, “Here’s someone who can give a few notes!”
Glancing up at your escort, you can’t help but feel a little better when your eyes meet a tall, familiar guy with jet-black hair and a fresh goatee covering his coffee-colored face! “Was wondering where you ran off to, Stan!” Smiles Eddie as he sits you down in the chair next to Tucker! “You and Stan Jr. wanna see the magicians at work?”
For the last time, you snarl as you carefully settle into the chair with Tucker’s help, you haven’t picked a damn name yet!
Feeling your newest passenger give your stomach a kick from the inside, you curse Talbot’s name under your breath one more time as an overpowering craving for mashed potatoes and waffles washes over you! Where did everything go so <span class="mu-i">WRONG?!</span>
>CONTD.