Thats GREAT!!! thanks so much for including me Mr Matt!! Every good story/show needs a villain... what bettter then one with a Russian accent! haha
FINDINGNAMO, SNAFU, THEATERDIVE, JORDANCATALONO, LIZASHEADBAND, PALJOEY: You all claim to "IGNORE ME" I wish you would and stop constantly commenting on my posts. Thanks ......................................................................................................................................
The MOST POPULAR and DANGEROUS Poster on BWW! Banned by the PTA, PTC and the MEANGIRLS of BWW.....................................................................................................................
...Ukraine Girls really knock me out, they leave the west behind..........................
And with all due respect to iflit's colors (I wish I knew her), should one be added to reflect a constant need to gif instead of actually type something?>/I>
She loved when people had one to add, so I think the addition you suggest should happen.
At this point, Giles stealthily appears in the room and states, "You each have the opportunity to search for clues in one of three locations. The last known where..."
"AUTOPSY! AUTOPSY!" Jordan and PalJoey shriek in unison.
"I'm good," RobbieJ responds and then with a nod towards suestorm, mouths, "Trained monkeys". Giles gives a slight, knowing nod as RobbieJ picks up the latest issue of Show Ponies and makes his way to the bar, linking arms with Dana.
Reg and Namo head off towards the dungeon, thinking it may be the last known whereabouts of Brendan Stryker, but not really caring if it is.
Mister Matt manages to arouse Stockard into consciousness and informs her they will inspect the crime scene. Stockard nervously asks, "Who do you think the killer could be?" Suddenly, and without warning, a raspy deep lisp is heard entering the room answering, "Why, Loretta Shwit, of courshe!" Mister Matt flies into a rage and picks up a nearby porcelain figurine of a bespectacled woman with bright pink hair and hurls it at the source of the voice.
"It wasn't funny then! It's not funny now! IT'S NEVER BEEN FUNNY!"
Dollypop barely ducks the figurine as it shatters against the wall. He silently crosses himself and as he backs out of the room, bumps into Jane.
"Watch where you're going, moron!" Jane shouts as she stumbles on the broken shards of porcelain. As Dollypop flees the scene, Jane picks up the head of the now-decapitated figurine and studies it. "Huh. Pretty."
Jordan, PalJoey and taz enter the autopsy room. Jordan slightly shudders from a combination of the chilly air in the room and the excitement of a shirtless Brendan Stryker. At first glimpse of the corpse, PalJoey clutches his pearls and cries, "Oh, my dear! Have you seen anything so horrible?!?!" Taz replies, "A Serbian Film."
"What can you expect from a bunch of seitan worshippers?" - Reginald Tresilian
This has got me refreshing the OT board way more than I rationally should.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.
"TheatreDiva90016 - another good reason to frequent these boards less."<<>>
“I hesitate to give this line of discussion the validation it so desperately craves by perpetuating it, but the light from logic is getting further and further away with your every successive post.” <<>>
-whatever2