Ok, at first I was gonna do an article on death because one of my chickens just died, but I got over it and I figured you guys wouldn't care much for it anyway. So I'll just make this statement before I go on: The death of one hurts most to the people who were close to and cared for him/her/it. Without further ado, let's get on with this whacked idea I came up in chem class today! ( I really should pay attention to class though >.> )
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TMB: Hey, PBJW! What do you have there!
PJBW: Oh, this? I'm building something of a surveillence camera of several dimensions, however, it's not working quite the way I want it yet...
TMB: So it's something like the dimension traveller?
PJBW: No no, supposedly we're able to monitor specific dimensions carefully, you know, just in case there's danger, since we've been doing lots of interdimensional travel, I figured we might as well monitor not only this dimension but others as well...
TMB: Ooooooooo... wat does this button do????????
PJBW: NO YOU IDIOT IT'S NOT DONE YE---
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Poof.
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The scenary suddenly changes to something of a meeting room. In there, a human version of Sal2, in a business suit, stares angrily down onto a report with statistical graphs of some sort. Then Sal2 throws the article on the desk and begins ranting angrily at one of his subordinates at the results.
Sal2: What is this?!? He should be bankrupt by now!!! Why is he still thriving??? Not only that, but he's competing with our company, E.V.I.L.!!! E.G.O. is still a threat to E.V.I.L.!!! Everything I planned a month earlier to gain a monopoly and bankrupt that bastard failed!! Why?!? WHY!!!!
Person1: Well... Sir... there's been a rumor going through that one of the people here have been leaking secrets...
Sal2: Impossible! I developed all my plans at my home, made sure no one outside could access it, our own company workers!! There's no one...
Person1: There IS someone...
Sal2: Eyes Widen. It CAN'T be...
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Sal2 arrives back home, slamming the door behind him. He approaches his daughter, Jenna, violently after she greets him.
Jenna: Welcome ho--!??!?
Sal2: Jenna. Recently our company has been doing rather poorly, despite predicted results earlier that we should outcompete our competition in less than a month. Now, this company is thriving with possibly our own productivity and products, while our company is barely keeping up!! Do you know anything about this?!?
Jenna: Well, maybe if you stopped making all those secret plans to try and completely destroy PMA's company and instead paid more attention to me...
Sal2: So you DO know about it! And the plans I had stored in my database!! WHY, Jenna, WHY?!?
Jenna: Oh Daddy, couldn't you just merge and we'd all be a happy corporation together?
Sal2: Are you out of your mind? THE PMA who allegedly blocked me off of business opportunities while in college, making it incredibly difficult for me to climb the corporate ladder? I should find any way possible to crush him, in almost any means! Why do you want me to do such an absurd thing?!?
Jenna: Because... I love him!! *dramatic music*
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Stage change. This time, the area is a small cafe containing a bar with several stools. PJBW, dressed in a rather drab business suit and carrying a worn out suitcase, takes a couple of drinks served by Engina, dressed as a cafe waitress, before turning to Box. Box is the bar manager, dressed in the appropriate suit while wiping some glasses before preparing another batch.
PJBW: I don't know... I don't really trust being with him and especially working under him in such a company but... I just don't know...
Box: Why are you still with him? He's selfish, cares the most about himself than anyone else in his company, and would do anything to get what he wants...
PJBW: That's the problem... You see, we're rivalling against another company, E.V.I.L. and we're faring pretty well, but that's because... well...
Box: You want to quit because you guys are doing well?
PJBW: No, it's that... Talks in a lowered voice. He's been seeing the daughter of the manager of E.V.I.L. lately. It seems I've been the only one who noticed her coming in and out of his office. I don't know what he's up do, but...
Box: Drops the glass and breaks it. Takes a step forward and looks into PJBW's eyes. And you're still with him?!? No wonder, I agree with your judgement! You should quit and find a new job immediately!
PJBW: Well, there's a problem...
Box: Yea Yea, childhood friends, eh? I don't know though, PMA really doesn't seem to be the type of person I would trust, but--
PJBW: No, it's not only that...
Box: Raises an eyebrow. No?
PJBW: Well... you see... I kind of feel sorry for... PMA's... mother right now... she's a bit down from the death of PMA's father...
Box: Turns away and begins cleaning up the glass. ...You must be drunk. I think you've had too much to drink for today. You better go home and take a rest, then think over about quitting PMA's company.
PJBW: Yea... yea, I suppose you're right.
As PJBW stumbles out the door, he accidently hits another man who arrives in a trenchcoat and hat. After saying sorry, PJBW steps out of the door. The man in the trenchcoat sits in a stool and orders a couple of drinks. After 2-3 cups, he takes off his hat to reveal himself to be Sal2.
Sal2: ...It's not possible, how could my own daughter...?
Box: Ah, so it's true, your daughter has been seeing the president of E.G.O.
Sal2: It's gotten out already?!?!?
Box: No, an employee of E.G.O. just left. Don't worry, from what I know of him, he won't be leaking out any info against his employer; he's a quiet type, usually, anyway, except when he gets drunk...
Sal2: Eerg... if this gets out, my company is ruined for sure! And I don't know what I can do with Jenna... this is...
Box: Does Jenna know PMA has a wife?
Sal2: He has a wife?
Box: Sure he does! Sabrina... I think was her name... he even has a daughter of his own... yea, PJBW talked about it a couple times, says it gets annoying at times where PMA constantly refers to them, talking how much he loves her and so...
Sal2: Then... then he must be using Jenna!! THAT BASTARD!!
Box: Shrugs. Pretty messed up guy if you asked me.
Sal2: Hmm... So he likes to play this way... Fine, I dislike resorting to such measures, but if it even involves my own daughter... Do you by chance know the address of PMA's house?
Box: Engina?
Engina: Comes over with a piece of paper, acts as if she were to hand it to Sal2, then quickly switches hands with her other hand empty and palm up. Tip please? Giggles.
Sal2: What's this?!?
Box: Shrugs. Well, I did give you a bit of underground info...
Sal2 grumbles, then hands over a twenty dollar bill to the waitress. The waitress gives him the slip with the address, and Sal2 heads off, ready to get his revenge....
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Up next, Act 2- The Mystery in ASB Vets Short Shorts!!
(Yes, I'm bored :P)
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