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[thats_brutal]

[The feed cuts on for a moment to show Nathan sitting at his computer. Looks like someone's too lazy to actually, you know, DIAL HIS PHONE or WALK DOWN THE HALL]

Charles. Charles. Hey Charles. Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh I need a brain and a body bag [He stops a moment, thinking] Oh! Oh and some guts. Like... a briefcase full of guts.

[He pauses, blinking for a second before picking up a handheld tape recorder]

Idea for a song. Briefcase full of guts.

[He flicks off the tape recorder and without waiting for a response from his manager he just... walks away.]

[Some time later the feed cuts on again just in time for the show]

((OOC: Nathan Explosion and his attempt at.... KOMEDYYYYYY))

Comments

[ninjamanager]

[Nathan, no, this is not what we use the crazy impossible community for. Charles sighs slowly and dials Nathan's Dethphone.

pick it up, lazyass.]

[thats_brutal]

[Yes. Yes it clearly IS what we use the crazy impossible community for. Why the fuck not?

It takes a good 10 rings for him to pick it up.... and accidentally(?) hang up again. What? He's got huge fingers and the buttons are fucking tiny.]

[ninjamanager]

[S I G H. he puts the phone down and just ... heads for Nathan's room]

Full or empty, Nathan?

[thats_brutal]

[Nathan is currently trying to affix a belt to a very disgusting looking dummy.

It takes him a moment before he realizes someone is talking at to him.]

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhwhat?

[ninjamanager]

The bodybag, Nathan. Full or .... I don't need to start preparing any, ah, litigation, do I? Not going to be, uh, creating any PR nightmares, are you?

[second_star]

You really killed them there, Nate.

[thats_brutal]

[He narrows his eyes] My name. Is Nathan. Nathan. If my stupid parents wanted to name me Nate they ****ing would have.

[pause]

And, uh, yeah. I think Quaddo was the best part. I think... I think he really added something.

[second_star]

[ Don't worry about it too much Nate, your hair will fall out. ]

Something is probably the best way to put it. Just a question but...did you try running your routine past anyone before this? You know. Quality control.

[thats_brutal]

[hey, man, that shit's insured.]

Uuuuuuuhhhhno. Yes. Kind of. Uuuuuhhhhhhh I told Toki about it. Then I threatened to ****ing kill him if he stole my ideas.

[second_star]

[ Well, that's one way of getting it through. ]

I don't think you gotta worry about that big guy. You've...got some room for improvement though. [ A bit of a smirk, though he also sounded unsure. ]

Especially the one with Quaddo. You could have worked on its delivery.

[kittyhell]

That's got to be the most disturbing thing I've ever seen.

[thats_brutal]

Yeah, okay. But was it funny?

[kittyhell]

Sorry, but no. Comedians have something that just comes naturally...it's not really funny if you need a crutch...er...body parts...to fall back on. It just seems forced.

[thats_brutal]

It's called prop comedy for a reason. It's not a crutch it's ****ing hilarious! It's better than that guy who just kept asking everyone if they remembered Snorks.

[kittyhell]

You call it a prop, I call it gross. The crowd is supposed to laugh not vomit so I'd rethink your position. You're probably better at something else.

[dekillerqueen]

Were those supposed to be... jokes?

[thats_brutal]

What the **** do you mean? Of course they were jokes. Didn't you... weren't they funny? I thought they were ****ing hilarious.

[dekillerqueen]

I... am afraid I was unable to see the humour in them, indeed.

[thats_brutal]

Well then... then you're just ****ing stupid.

[dekillerqueen]

I'm sorry?

[Oh, here they go again.]

[elloran]

That is an...interesting take on poetry. What inspired you?

[thats_brutal]

[he sighs, rolling his eyes dramatically.]

It wasn't poetry. It was co.me.dy.

[elloran]

Oh, that makes far more sense!

[thats_brutal]

But you didn't figure it out without my telling you. Are you ****ing retarded?

[elloran]

No, I am simply unused to those from worlds connecting here to have such a sophisticated sense of humor when it comes to body humor.