The Official Hello to Sophia Thread
*Mr. Big Important is sitting at a computer in Sophia's place of work, appearing smug and quite proud of himself for making everyone within an eight foot radius feel like crap. After all, he is the smartest person in the room right? Unfortunately for Mr. Big, Sophia has called in reinforcements*
*Luke and Jim enter the room, dressed in suits, and wearing sunglasses, though they are indoors*
Luke: (leans over Mr. Big's shoulder) What are you doin?
Mr. Big: (bitterly) Cleaning up a mess....can I help you?
Luke: I dunno (turns to Jim) Can he?
Jim: Sure he can! I've heard great things about this guy! (Smacks him hard in the back)
Mr. Big: Who the hell are you guys.
Jim: You play golf don't you?
Mr. Big: Yeah...
Jim: Not a fan of the game myself.....too boring....and all that walking.....luggin the bag.....but my associate here (points to Luke) and I LOVE the clubs.
Mr. Big: if you gentlemen don't mind? I have business to attend to!
Luke: (turns to Jim) Whattta ya think? nine iron?.......
Jim: Nono...too much...his head is full of air not concrete....(hands Luke a five iron) Use mine
FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRREEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
*Luke hits Mr. Big square in the nuts*
*Cut to a golf course where Luke and Jim are taking turns driving a golf cart, dragging Mr. Big who is gagged and tied to the back of it by his legs, being dragged face-first in the grass*
Jim: Maybe golf does have some value
Mr. Big: mmmmmmmpppppfffffffffffffff!!!!!
Luke: Oh will you just shut the f*ck UP!
Jim: Was it something we said?
Luke: Check this out, I took the governor off the cart...let's try and wear his nose off.
Jim: You drive.
*Luke and Jim enter the room, dressed in suits, and wearing sunglasses, though they are indoors*
Luke: (leans over Mr. Big's shoulder) What are you doin?
Mr. Big: (bitterly) Cleaning up a mess....can I help you?
Luke: I dunno (turns to Jim) Can he?
Jim: Sure he can! I've heard great things about this guy! (Smacks him hard in the back)
Mr. Big: Who the hell are you guys.
Jim: You play golf don't you?
Mr. Big: Yeah...
Jim: Not a fan of the game myself.....too boring....and all that walking.....luggin the bag.....but my associate here (points to Luke) and I LOVE the clubs.
Mr. Big: if you gentlemen don't mind? I have business to attend to!
Luke: (turns to Jim) Whattta ya think? nine iron?.......
Jim: Nono...too much...his head is full of air not concrete....(hands Luke a five iron) Use mine
FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRREEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
*Luke hits Mr. Big square in the nuts*
*Cut to a golf course where Luke and Jim are taking turns driving a golf cart, dragging Mr. Big who is gagged and tied to the back of it by his legs, being dragged face-first in the grass*
Jim: Maybe golf does have some value
Mr. Big: mmmmmmmpppppfffffffffffffff!!!!!
Luke: Oh will you just shut the f*ck UP!
Jim: Was it something we said?
Luke: Check this out, I took the governor off the cart...let's try and wear his nose off.
Jim: You drive.







ing in threads..........
Brant...

