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avevale_intelligencer) wrote2014-05-11 04:09 pm
avevale_intelligencer) wrote2014-05-11 04:09 pm
There is a sudden commotion...
...as a kicking, struggling figure is swiftly divested of his resplendent uniform and unceremoniously escorted off the premises. His shouts of "Take your hands off me! Do you know who I think I am?" gradually die away.
Several of the younger technicians laugh. A cameraman turns away and grimaces.
"And they call 'emselves bloody professionals," he mutters disgustedly.
"--are you sure that phone message was for me?" The speaker is trying to disentangle his own uniform cape from the door as he comes in. "'Cause I just drove all the way over to--" He stops, takes in the scene at a glance. "I get it," he says briefly. "Great gag. Is there still time?"
"Just about," Zander says. "Get into position. Thank frod you didn't change."
"Tell that to the cop who pulled me over," the newcomer mutters.
Several of the younger technicians laugh. A cameraman turns away and grimaces.
"And they call 'emselves bloody professionals," he mutters disgustedly.
"--are you sure that phone message was for me?" The speaker is trying to disentangle his own uniform cape from the door as he comes in. "'Cause I just drove all the way over to--" He stops, takes in the scene at a glance. "I get it," he says briefly. "Great gag. Is there still time?"
"Just about," Zander says. "Get into position. Thank frod you didn't change."
"Tell that to the cop who pulled me over," the newcomer mutters.
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