Post by Ron Gibson on Dec 23, 2009 22:02:21 GMT -6
**Dirty Deal is shown instead the mobile home decorating a tree. Ron hangs drapes the ornaments on the three, while curtis and russell untangle last year's lights. Amber spreads her holiday cheer like no one else. She is locked in the back, moaning pains of pleasure for all to hear.**
Ron: You know... something isn't right.
Russell: I can tell you what isn't right.
Curtis: Doubtful.
Ron: First off, white is right. You are black, so there is no way you can technically be right. It wouldn't make sense... but go ahead and try.
Russell: Well this is a real tree right.
Ron: Yes.
Curtis: Damn right it is, I bought the thing two years ago.
Russell: There's the issue. You're suppose to throw away real trees afterwards.
Ron: Throw them away?
Curtis: Why would you throw it away? Epsecially if you spent $300 bucks on real white christmas tree.
Russell: Well.... it dry's out. Also, this tree was spray painted white. So you got screwed and connived by someone good.
Curtis: That's what I get for trusting a man of color. Selling christmas trees, trying to make ends meet. Trying to give his children a nice christmas.
Ron: There's where you went wrong. A black man wanting to father his children? Giving them things? Working?
Curtis: You know... I just get in the holiday cheer. I overlook things. Overlook people.....
Ron: Look what it got us.... a dead white christmas tree. It's basically naked and freezing to death with it's lack of fullness. I can forgive you, since I have done the same. Last year I hit a family of black people and drove off.
Russell: How is that the same?
Ron: Well clearly it wasn't his car. I didn't want him to get in trouble with the law. Secondly, he had a family. Again he probably kidnapped them at gunpoint after robbing a gas station. That day I made a mistake.... I will not do such an act again.
Curtis: It's the end of the year. Everyone is nice, except us.
Ron: That will stay that way until somebody gets what's coming to them. We don't care about presents. We don't care about giving our families a christmas. We only care about us.... first. Then everyone comes after. We need to spread fear about this company. Everyone is being nice to each other. Going to parties with each other.... we will not be doing that. We want to spread fear, not feed cheer to those who don't like us.
Curtis: Exactly.
Ron: Our families understand. They know if we don't get what we want, they sure as hell don't deserve anything. They are behind us. They are cheering us on. Knowing that Homeless Knites don't have a lick of chance come transgression. It's all their fault we're here. If it wasn't for their poor choice.... bad decisions.... transgressions....
Curtis: No pun intended.
Ron: They would be home. Adam would be having a nice dinner with kelly. Making up names for their child. Going overboard and buying things before the damn kid pops out of her cooter. Not now... there is no nice dinner. There is no talk about the future. If that kid for some reason pops his fat head out, you might as well stuff it back in with the bottom of your foot adam. You will not have a happy life, you will not have a happy wife. Until dirty deal is out of your life. This sounds like a problem, but after this sunday it won't be. You and Gib can break up, go your separate ways. Hang up your boots, care for your family. That's how it should be.... that's how things will go.
**Ron is just whipping garland on the dead tree. Curtis gives up untangling the lights, throws the balls under the tree and plugs it in.**
Ron: Uwe Boll couldn't direct such a masterpiece but we can. Our little corny christmas movie.... tears of joy and tears of disappointment. Just be glad you were in our boots for that time period, just be glad you can make your kid smile with your other worthless accomplishments. As for you gib.... I think we already proved what threat you propose. We took you out easily with a piece of **** ford focus. I'm not sure how you even won last week on trauma but I'm guessing it had to do with the foul smell under your arms. That xavier just couldn't get the job done...
Curtis: Well xavier is trash, the only time he shined is when he became part of dirty deal for the night. Even then he refused to live by our rules, even shook the hand of our lawyer.
Ron: A shortcut I guess by ncw, to make the homeless monster truly look like a monster. Maybe get one last paycheck in before we send him back to the streets. Trading his change cup in for sexual favors with strange men. Close your eyes, open wide, and put your hand out. It's life amber has learn to embrace, love, and respect. It doesn't take long to accept the faith we hand to you.... we did it once. You are so much prettier than her.... You will do good out there.
**Curtis pulls out a banjo. Playing those familiar strings over and over again.... He gets into it as it plays through the rest of the promo.**
Ron: No holiday cheer....
Curtis: Just fear.
Ron: Fear you will be walking in a empty parking lot. A man jumps out... robs you blind. Stealing what you believed you worked for. That man would be similar to russell jenkins. But this time, we're talking about two men. Not stealing but taking back what was taken from us. Raped from our waists.... Raped from our families happiness.... There is no more rape. Sunday it will be consensual, god will approve no matter how violent it gets.
**Ron breathing heavily. He looks at his tree, as curtis continues playing the banjo and amber moans in the background. He doesn't smile, he drools in excitement. Fade out.**
Ron: You know... something isn't right.
Russell: I can tell you what isn't right.
Curtis: Doubtful.
Ron: First off, white is right. You are black, so there is no way you can technically be right. It wouldn't make sense... but go ahead and try.
Russell: Well this is a real tree right.
Ron: Yes.
Curtis: Damn right it is, I bought the thing two years ago.
Russell: There's the issue. You're suppose to throw away real trees afterwards.
Ron: Throw them away?
Curtis: Why would you throw it away? Epsecially if you spent $300 bucks on real white christmas tree.
Russell: Well.... it dry's out. Also, this tree was spray painted white. So you got screwed and connived by someone good.
Curtis: That's what I get for trusting a man of color. Selling christmas trees, trying to make ends meet. Trying to give his children a nice christmas.
Ron: There's where you went wrong. A black man wanting to father his children? Giving them things? Working?
Curtis: You know... I just get in the holiday cheer. I overlook things. Overlook people.....
Ron: Look what it got us.... a dead white christmas tree. It's basically naked and freezing to death with it's lack of fullness. I can forgive you, since I have done the same. Last year I hit a family of black people and drove off.
Russell: How is that the same?
Ron: Well clearly it wasn't his car. I didn't want him to get in trouble with the law. Secondly, he had a family. Again he probably kidnapped them at gunpoint after robbing a gas station. That day I made a mistake.... I will not do such an act again.
Curtis: It's the end of the year. Everyone is nice, except us.
Ron: That will stay that way until somebody gets what's coming to them. We don't care about presents. We don't care about giving our families a christmas. We only care about us.... first. Then everyone comes after. We need to spread fear about this company. Everyone is being nice to each other. Going to parties with each other.... we will not be doing that. We want to spread fear, not feed cheer to those who don't like us.
Curtis: Exactly.
Ron: Our families understand. They know if we don't get what we want, they sure as hell don't deserve anything. They are behind us. They are cheering us on. Knowing that Homeless Knites don't have a lick of chance come transgression. It's all their fault we're here. If it wasn't for their poor choice.... bad decisions.... transgressions....
Curtis: No pun intended.
Ron: They would be home. Adam would be having a nice dinner with kelly. Making up names for their child. Going overboard and buying things before the damn kid pops out of her cooter. Not now... there is no nice dinner. There is no talk about the future. If that kid for some reason pops his fat head out, you might as well stuff it back in with the bottom of your foot adam. You will not have a happy life, you will not have a happy wife. Until dirty deal is out of your life. This sounds like a problem, but after this sunday it won't be. You and Gib can break up, go your separate ways. Hang up your boots, care for your family. That's how it should be.... that's how things will go.
**Ron is just whipping garland on the dead tree. Curtis gives up untangling the lights, throws the balls under the tree and plugs it in.**
Ron: Uwe Boll couldn't direct such a masterpiece but we can. Our little corny christmas movie.... tears of joy and tears of disappointment. Just be glad you were in our boots for that time period, just be glad you can make your kid smile with your other worthless accomplishments. As for you gib.... I think we already proved what threat you propose. We took you out easily with a piece of **** ford focus. I'm not sure how you even won last week on trauma but I'm guessing it had to do with the foul smell under your arms. That xavier just couldn't get the job done...
Curtis: Well xavier is trash, the only time he shined is when he became part of dirty deal for the night. Even then he refused to live by our rules, even shook the hand of our lawyer.
Ron: A shortcut I guess by ncw, to make the homeless monster truly look like a monster. Maybe get one last paycheck in before we send him back to the streets. Trading his change cup in for sexual favors with strange men. Close your eyes, open wide, and put your hand out. It's life amber has learn to embrace, love, and respect. It doesn't take long to accept the faith we hand to you.... we did it once. You are so much prettier than her.... You will do good out there.
**Curtis pulls out a banjo. Playing those familiar strings over and over again.... He gets into it as it plays through the rest of the promo.**
Ron: No holiday cheer....
Curtis: Just fear.
Ron: Fear you will be walking in a empty parking lot. A man jumps out... robs you blind. Stealing what you believed you worked for. That man would be similar to russell jenkins. But this time, we're talking about two men. Not stealing but taking back what was taken from us. Raped from our waists.... Raped from our families happiness.... There is no more rape. Sunday it will be consensual, god will approve no matter how violent it gets.
**Ron breathing heavily. He looks at his tree, as curtis continues playing the banjo and amber moans in the background. He doesn't smile, he drools in excitement. Fade out.**