Post by flippmoke on Jan 12, 2010 14:33:37 GMT -5
Kyle Webb sat with his arms crossed in a chair that came out of the wall in the hanger of the Chicken Little, inspecting the general set-up of the camera that was placed at the feet of the GM Cold Climate Type. Ryan Boheneck and Mike Rhea were looking at the make up supplies in front of them with some confusion as Nigel looked down at them as they attempted to read some poorly written instructions.
"What the hell is this powder?" said Ryan as he looked at the strange bottle with a tan powder filling it.
"Its make up idiot," said Mike Rhea as he looked at some of the other supplies.
"I know that but.." said Ryan as he stood up suddenly with Mike Rhea as they both looked at Nigel.
"They really said we had to use this crap?" said Nigel in a plead to Kyle who was trying hard not to laugh.
"They said you needed to look better on television and sent us this," said Kyle right before letting out a large laugh.
"I would rather be shot at by those submarines again," said Nigel as he looked at the pile of cosmetics at his feet.
"Hey, your majesty, we are but your humble servants trying to do your bidding," joked Kyle as he continued to laugh at Nigel.
"I hate you all, will you stop it with that as well," said Nigel as he frowned at Ryan and Mike who both had huge grins on their face.
"What, the your majesty, your majesty?" questioned Mike with a bullshit look of innocence coming coming across his face.
"I am leaving you in the arctic next chance I get," said Nigel as he stared at Mike who had some sort of eye make up in his hand.
"Just forget it, lets do it with out it, I would rather look manly anyhow," continued Nigel as he looked at a piece of paper where he had jotted down some notes.
"Can you make us seem more glorious this time, maybe suggest we get medals or something, " said Ryan as he continued to poke fun at Nigel who was clearly still uncomfortable somewhat in his new role.
"Fuck you," said Nigel right before he motioned to Kyle to start the camera. Clearing his throat, Nigel stood still glancing one last time at his notes before beginning another speech.
"What the hell is this powder?" said Ryan as he looked at the strange bottle with a tan powder filling it.
"Its make up idiot," said Mike Rhea as he looked at some of the other supplies.
"I know that but.." said Ryan as he stood up suddenly with Mike Rhea as they both looked at Nigel.
"They really said we had to use this crap?" said Nigel in a plead to Kyle who was trying hard not to laugh.
"They said you needed to look better on television and sent us this," said Kyle right before letting out a large laugh.
"I would rather be shot at by those submarines again," said Nigel as he looked at the pile of cosmetics at his feet.
"Hey, your majesty, we are but your humble servants trying to do your bidding," joked Kyle as he continued to laugh at Nigel.
"I hate you all, will you stop it with that as well," said Nigel as he frowned at Ryan and Mike who both had huge grins on their face.
"What, the your majesty, your majesty?" questioned Mike with a bullshit look of innocence coming coming across his face.
"I am leaving you in the arctic next chance I get," said Nigel as he stared at Mike who had some sort of eye make up in his hand.
"Just forget it, lets do it with out it, I would rather look manly anyhow," continued Nigel as he looked at a piece of paper where he had jotted down some notes.
"Can you make us seem more glorious this time, maybe suggest we get medals or something, " said Ryan as he continued to poke fun at Nigel who was clearly still uncomfortable somewhat in his new role.
"Fuck you," said Nigel right before he motioned to Kyle to start the camera. Clearing his throat, Nigel stood still glancing one last time at his notes before beginning another speech.