Post by Harold Campbell on Feb 22, 2010 23:41:48 GMT -6
We open up and look at a plate. It seems to have been licked clean, as slobber and tongue marks are all over it. BEEP!!! BEEP!!! BEEP!!!! We see harold campbell in the background. He is using the microwave, in what seems to be his house. We hope. He brings his plate over to the microwave and loads up on meat... just what a hungry man like harold needs.
Harry: I'd like to thank steve awesome. Who is in part responsible for the dinner bestowed upon me today. He is responsible for putting my children through college.... if I have any out there. They will know steve.... it's thanks to you that they get to go to the cheapest community college. Oh... expecting harold campbell? Sorry folks, he is on vacation for awhile now. Now to add the special ingredient.
Harry pulls out a bloody water bottle. Not much is left but you can tell it used to be full. Harry takes it and pours it all over his Salisbury steak. Licks his chops and goes to work on it like a cheap whore. He shoves to much in his mouth, the juice overflows out the side of his mouth. He does nothing to fix his image.
Harry: I couldn't figure out what harold liked about you. But now I do. You are the most gullible superstar in the history of this company. You really trusted me. You really trusted that I would play by the rules. Wake up steve... this no rules. When you decide to follow me. When you decide to get involved with me and harold's affairs. There is no rules. No laws to make sure I don't go to far. Look at me.... this is your blood. All over my perfect dinner. It really brought the flavor out, I guess that's why you're liked around here. Why people chant your name and go ballistic when you "arrive". Your flavor. You're like no one else, one of a kind. It's just sad this sunday, we get to play.
Harry rips a belch out and scratches at his scraggly beard. Then violently shakes what's left in the bottle on his plate. He goes to lick it... but manners get the best of him.
Harry: You may be one of a kind. But sunday you're going to be irreplaceable. I will play with you.... bend you and shape you like I see fit. These hands. I will place you within these hands and break you like a little kids toy. I will molest the innocent out of your steve.... allow the entire world to witness such disregard for human life. This isn't something your used too. We're not going to work over limbs with wrestling holds... we're going to damage limbs by other means. I mean anything I can haul to the arena.... any sick idea I can come up with.... anything is possible in a death match but it's impossible to conquer this feat.
Harry can't help himself... he licks the plate slowly. Spits shines that bitch until he can see his face clear as day.
Harry: I will not be at a crossroad for what I have to do. I will not second guess the choice I make, that allow harold campbell to move onto bigger and better things. I will not be ashamed, when 20,000 people cry and I laugh. Standing over you... ****ting on your image and leaving only but a stain of what you once were. I will be back in a day.... I have more on my mind. I need a new setting, a place where I can think better. A place where I can feel you better. I just happen to have the perfect place in mind.
Harry takes his silverware and tosses it in the garbage. Places the paper plate back in the cabinet and walks into his living room. We fade out.
Harry: I'd like to thank steve awesome. Who is in part responsible for the dinner bestowed upon me today. He is responsible for putting my children through college.... if I have any out there. They will know steve.... it's thanks to you that they get to go to the cheapest community college. Oh... expecting harold campbell? Sorry folks, he is on vacation for awhile now. Now to add the special ingredient.
Harry pulls out a bloody water bottle. Not much is left but you can tell it used to be full. Harry takes it and pours it all over his Salisbury steak. Licks his chops and goes to work on it like a cheap whore. He shoves to much in his mouth, the juice overflows out the side of his mouth. He does nothing to fix his image.
Harry: I couldn't figure out what harold liked about you. But now I do. You are the most gullible superstar in the history of this company. You really trusted me. You really trusted that I would play by the rules. Wake up steve... this no rules. When you decide to follow me. When you decide to get involved with me and harold's affairs. There is no rules. No laws to make sure I don't go to far. Look at me.... this is your blood. All over my perfect dinner. It really brought the flavor out, I guess that's why you're liked around here. Why people chant your name and go ballistic when you "arrive". Your flavor. You're like no one else, one of a kind. It's just sad this sunday, we get to play.
Harry rips a belch out and scratches at his scraggly beard. Then violently shakes what's left in the bottle on his plate. He goes to lick it... but manners get the best of him.
Harry: You may be one of a kind. But sunday you're going to be irreplaceable. I will play with you.... bend you and shape you like I see fit. These hands. I will place you within these hands and break you like a little kids toy. I will molest the innocent out of your steve.... allow the entire world to witness such disregard for human life. This isn't something your used too. We're not going to work over limbs with wrestling holds... we're going to damage limbs by other means. I mean anything I can haul to the arena.... any sick idea I can come up with.... anything is possible in a death match but it's impossible to conquer this feat.
Harry can't help himself... he licks the plate slowly. Spits shines that bitch until he can see his face clear as day.
Harry: I will not be at a crossroad for what I have to do. I will not second guess the choice I make, that allow harold campbell to move onto bigger and better things. I will not be ashamed, when 20,000 people cry and I laugh. Standing over you... ****ting on your image and leaving only but a stain of what you once were. I will be back in a day.... I have more on my mind. I need a new setting, a place where I can think better. A place where I can feel you better. I just happen to have the perfect place in mind.
Harry takes his silverware and tosses it in the garbage. Places the paper plate back in the cabinet and walks into his living room. We fade out.