Cracker: Flashback
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merc,
Rob, hold it together, you're all I got, really man, I love you like a brother. Milo is Gestetno, hang in there, I'm calling Mr. Wolf.
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this "rob"- you no wanna say his name no more. He gone. "rob" who? i doan remember no "rob".
Eeees milo who callin da shots. i kinda own Ouahigouya.
an dat "riddley""- you tell hees mama he bedda be a furry furry good boy from now on. -
merc,
Milo...you didn't...disappear...Rob...did you? Please put R. on the phone.
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eeeek heeeeeellp!!!!!
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Milo, your input is, of course to be welcomed but you must unnerstand that we are all professionals here and we do not react well to threats of eating our livers.
Riddley, in particular, does not care for remarks being passed upon his edibility and has been known to express himself forcefully in this matter.
Scusi me while I converse with my associates:
This guy will skim off all of the cream if we let him, I say we offer him 3 points in the hunnert for gross? Nix to merchandising, that's ours, we ernt it. -
merc,
Hamishm, need I remind you that Milo is the only one to actually do any work, apart from me, OK. Nobody is eating nobody. Look, seems like you have an in with Che (short of that little stunt, Mr Wolf ain't cheap). so you think you can pull finger and see what can be done for Objet D'art? Good fella.
R. Milo's lost it, evoke section 4B and neutralize his ass like Riddley would. -
You can talk to da rodent. but teh internets (tm) are slow, we uses pigeons most days. believa me, no pigeon come outa hear without me knowin which way his feathers ruffle.
that "rob', he no disappear. some part still left. you want me send? need a lot of chillis, cummin and a leetle offa da go-in. -
merc,
Jebus, think we may need to send Capt. Willard, this guy's gone all Kurtz on us.
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Jimmy "The WeaseL' is currently unemployed, so I hear.
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A weasel is good. crunchy. But the boys they doan eat that donkey, ane, eeuuuch.
Also, merc cher ami, old flannellette, monsiuer le produceur, please send assorted belgian starlets and a quart of unsaturated phat to[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ouahigouya|Ouahigouya] toute suite. che doan need no xtra BlogBoostering. WE doan need no blog boostering.
you keep dangling them grants, but always tomorra! -
A weasel is good. crunchy. But the boys they doan eat that donkey, ane, eeuuuch.
Also, merc cher ami, old flannellette, monsiuer le produceur, please send assorted belgian starlets and a quart of unsaturated phat to Ouahigouya check where it is, read right to the bottom, toute suite.
che doan need no xtra BlogBoostering. WE doan need no blog boostering.
you keep dangling them grants, but always tomorra! -
Ouahigouya check
Oh shivers are we going to be in trouble when the grown-ups come home!
Mercproductions!?!?! I don' remember votin' for this.
I thought that we worked for Rodential pictures? -
merc,
Cool Milo cool, it's done, we have, thanks to your little vignette - German backing everybody, the Whale Rider people have contacted me and say that we will start actual filming in Helensville (the new Weliwood, darlings), so sorry you chaps over there, ahem, feed amongst yourselves as they say eh, super, byeee.
R. get yourself back here pronto, feed Hamishm to Milo that'll keep him busy, I'm off to sign up some GeCherman's. -
BOYS! For goodness sake I leave you alone for a minute and this is the madness you descend into?
Back to the script or this whole deal goes down the gurgler...and you know whose arse will be on the line? That smooth, pink guinea pig arse. So Merc, if you want to ensure the safety of your diminutive friend, we should return to the hostage situation of endless Kenny G.
I could never imagine searching for a Gestetner but neh what can you do with the tragic story lines that pass for highbrow these days. Bring back Buttercup and Wesley if you ask me...but who would? I’m just the hot chick in the overly revealing clothing
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merc,
Kadife, I'm sure you're a genuine talent and we appreciate your input, but we're going to be filming in Helensville, the funding thanks to a group of fine Cherman's is sealed, so whereas before we were looking for scripting or talent input, we're good now, thanks.
As far as the safety of R. is concerned, if so much as one non-hair strand on his diminutive body is even approached by the suggestion of harm my other brother's second coming won't save you. And the idea that a G. machine won't appeal, well duh, who doesn't love them?
There, we all good now. -
crikey, i have just got back from BF. the flight was appalling and the snooty airline people treated me like i was some kind of vermin.
thanks for vouching for me m, was a bit touch and go there for a while. rescued by a staffel of GSG9 pigeons though sadly they made the ultimate sacrifice (and inadvertantly donated quite a few MP5s) for my freedom.
Milo buggered off and haven't heard from him since.m, E, R, K, will be at set as soon as i've recovered from the jetlag.
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Not to sure where I am, Milo was after me for a while but JG 348 (pigeon) lured him off. Caught Aeroflot to Kinshasa but we didn't make it. Look after my people.
Do we have the Mid West residuals sewen up yet? There's a Priest I know in Kansas City who might be able to help. -
now where were we. anyone seen merc?
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St James THEATRE!
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Ahh, my dear Ridderly, what could we do? There were, in the end, to many of them and we were too few. But sooch a gallant band, so brave, so true *sniff*.
I am afraid that merc may have been captured by hamsters for justice. -
OMG. the pigeons will be no use then.
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Could be useful as a diversion.
Get some crack troops in there sharpish.
Then out again all guns blazing.
Tally ho,what! -
merc,
Hah, my brave few, I have been way out west, there are things that only an ancient daemon can do, and I have done them, for now. I have moved the speaking stones and arranged the meridian. I met with Black Robe and the villain. The murdering Priest still stands guard by the Tree of Life, I feel sure we can move him with corrosives, which are salutary in Hell. I found this on the corpse of the Fallen Seraphim, cut down by the Brightest One...
You.There is a lie
I have known
I cannot tell
it’s in another.Where is the other name
I came here with
I don’t know
it’s in another.There is floating
above my head
a dread I’ve known
it’s in another.Is it over
this life of dying
I cannot say
it’s in another.I am dual
my own dark other
forever living
within another. -
crikey m.
there's not much to be said after that -
merc,
While fossicking about deep in The Lair of the White Worm, I noted a wall, light flickered there off the crysatalline dew drops of water refracted in the shaft of light coming from somehwere high above my head. A dessicated corpse lay there barely recognisable, then aghast I caught a glimpse of the leathery face, the opaque paper eye stared full at the wall, on which this was written,
Fire.
Touch me
I am the fire
within.You don’t
know me
yes you know me.Circling me
quickens you
to flee from you.Match me
to the earth
feel me at your birth.Remembering
glowing coals
are scars that yearn.
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