Fried Green al-Qaedas



  Fried Green al-Qaedas
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Monday, October 17, 2005



"Oh, Shawn, I don't think that I can go on another day like this. Henry is getting suspicious and calling me up every half hour..."

"Twenty minutes is all we need, Mimi."

"But since Samantha started doing crack and little Jimmy fell into the well, I'm afraid of what each new dawning day will bring. Sometimes I feel like just ending it all."

"Don't talk like that, Mimi. We could run away to Topeka and start a new... Say, what's that racket in the bedroom?"

"Racket? What... I don't hear anything."

"Of course you must. The entire floor is shaking."

"No it's not, Shawn. You must be hearing things."

"Don't trifle with me, Mimi. It sounds just like the Rolling Stones."

"The who?"

"No, the Rolling Stones. I'm going in there right now."

"Don't open that door, Shawn. I'm begging you..."

"What, ho! Try explaining this, Mimi".

"Hey, mate. Mind giving us a little space here?"

"Don't you 'hey mate' me, Keith Richards. I demand to know what you're doing in my, uh, my, uh... Mimi's bedroom."

"So she's not your wife, then."

"You stay out of this, Charlie Watts. I've got a good mind to... What's this? You're wearing my jogging suit! Mimi! You're letting this geezer wear my clothes!"

"It's not what it looks like, Shawn. He got pie on his shirt and I didn't think... You shouldn't be leaving your clothes over here in the first place! That's one of the things that's gotten Henry so suspicious."

"She's got a point, mate. She's not your bird, anyway, so I'd say we have as much business here as you do. Now bugger off."

"You want a piece of me, Street Fighting Man?"

"All right, lads, let's rumble."

POW! OOF! BASH! OUCH! YIIII! OW OW! BAM! KICK KICK! OOOO! CRASH! AIYEEE!

"You beasts! You've beaten Shawn into a bloody pulp!"

"Well, I'm sure he'll be okay. That's why stunt men make the big bucks."

"He's not a stunt man! He's supposed to be my lover! For the next twenty-three episodes!"

"Uh... It's right there in the script, idn't it Keith?"

"Bottom of page seven."

"No it's not!"

"I... Isn't this 'The Days of Our Lives'?"

"You've got the wrong set, you idiots. This is 'The Young and the Restless'. 'Lives' is filmed in Studio B."

"Mmmm."

"Bloody 'ell."

"So, we'll be off then..."

"Somebody call a script doctor."


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