TERRY SCHNEIDER: “Mr. MacElroy, a word please?”
ROBERT MACELROY: “Terry … you spend a lot of time witing up here, what?”
TS: “Huh? Oh, nevermind that. I wanted to ask you what you think of Bartholomew
Beckett claiming a Scottish lordship. Anything to say?”
RMc: *** strapping his gym bag to the back of his motorcycle. *** “Hah! Let me tell ye a story, man. In the alleavan-hundrreads theyrrre was a man wha-”
*** MARTY DINKLE barges into camera shot, waving off Schneider. ***
MARTY DINKLE: “Beat it, ya buzzard! Go on, nobody asked ya ta bother him! My boys are interviewed by appointment, not like some man-on-the-street reject, asking his opinion like you’re taking a survey!”
RMc: “Piss off.”
MD: “You heard the man, piss out!”
RMc: “No, ye miserable waste of God’s clay, you piss off. Now. I am nae one of yearrr ‘bois.’”
MD: “Yeah, he ain’t one of your- wait, what?”
RMc: “You dinnae make matches norrr choices fourrr the likes of me, Tinkle. Now piss off, and speak neither to nor for me again.”
MD: “Look, Mackie, baby, you didn’t fare so well last time. No problem! We’ll make up for that! You haven’t yet had the full benefit of D.I.E.’s training facilities. Now, you just-”
*** MacElroy grabs Dinkle by the lapels and hoists him up to the Scotsman’s arms’ length; Dinkle yelps in alarm, kicking his feet frantically, his head alarmingly close to the concrete ceiling!
RMc: “I did nae sign wi’ ye, I will nae sign wi’ ye, and damn me if I’m going te set idle while you rrrun me carrreerrr i’ tha grrround, ye wee f*ck! I was hurried hot-foot from tha airrrpourrrt to the arrrena ‘pon hearrring I suddenly have a match, missed picking my mothurrr from herrr flight, neitherrr stretched, warmmed up, norrr mentally up forrr a match, beause tha likes of you signed in my stead!?”
*** MacElroy tosses Dinkle into a nearby car hood, loudly avoiding a very far fall to the parking lot floor, but sending the message. Mac dons his helmet, revs up his motorcycle, and wheels out. Dinkle gets off of the car and to his feet, dusting himself off. ***
TS: “Mr. Dinkle, what just happen-”
MD: “Shut up, ya mental deficient! You ruined everything, bothering him like that! Rude and improfessional, dat was! Now … now I gotta do things da hard way, for his own good.”
*** Dinkle storms off, leaving Schneider with a look of disbelief on his face. ***Statistics: Posted by Stu — Wed Feb 24, 2021 10:58 pm
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