Post by special on Mar 21, 2011 0:16:43 GMT -5
Ulla: You know I really enjoy interviewing applicants for this mafia game.
(knock at door)
Ulla: Come in.
(Peeker enters)
Ulla: Ah. Come and sit
Peeker: Thank you.
(he sits)
Ulla: (stares at him and starts writing) Would you mind just standing up again for one moment.
(Pekker stands up)
Ulla: Take a seat.
Peeker: I'm sorry.
Ulla: Take a seat.
(Peeker does so)
Ulla: Ah!
(writes again)
Ulla: Good morning.
Peeker: Good morning.
Ulla: Good morning.
Peeker: Good morning.
Ulla: (writes) Tell me why did you say 'good morning' when you know perfectly well that it's afternoon?
Peeker: Well, well, you said 'good morning'. Ha, ha.
Ulla: (shakes head) Good afternoon.
Peeker: Ah, good afternoon.
Ulla: Oh dear. (writes again) Good evening.
Peeker: ... Goodbye?
Ulla: Ha, ha. No. (rings small hand-bell) ... Aren't you going to ask me why I rang the bell? (rings bell again)
Peeker: Er why did you ring the bell?
Ulla: Why do you think I rang the bell? (shouts) Five, four, three, two, one, zero!
Peeker: Well, I, I...
Ulla: Too late! (singing) Goodnight, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding. Goodnight. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding.
Peeker: Um. Oh this is, is the interview for the mafia game on idlemafia, right?
Ulla: (Rings bell) Yes. Yes it is. Goodnight. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.
Peeker: Oh. Oh *lumberjack, I don't think I'm doing very well.
Ulla: Why do you say that?
Peeker: Well I don't know.
Ulla: Do you say it because you didn't know?
Peeker: Well. I, I, I, I don't know.
Ulla: Five, four, three, two, one, zero! Right! (makes face and strange noise)
Peeker: I'm sorry, I'm confused. This game is silly. And the cencored words are making it difficult to speek peek! I can't write the words I want to - it's all *lumberjack and *ni and *botty and stuff!!!!
Ulla: Well why do you think we did that then?
Peeker: Well I don't know. It's some sillt stuff about Ed's school filters and stuff.
Ulla: Aren't you curious?
Peeker Sure I am. I am as curious as George, if you must know!
Ulla: Well, why didn't you ask us, then? You could have asked in bold and green!
Peeker: Well...I...er...
Ulla: Name?
Peeker: What?
Ulla: Your name man, your name!
Peeker Um, er Peeker.
Ulla: Sure?
Peeker: Oh yes.
Ulla: (writing) Peeker Shaw.
Peeker: No, no CPA.
Ulla CPA Shaw?
Peeker No, no, peeker CPA.
Ulla: (long look, rings bell) Goodnight. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding- ding-ding-ding. Goodnight. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding.
Peeker Oh *Lumberjack we're back to that again. I don't know what to do when you do that.
Ulla: Well do something. Goodnight. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, five, four, three, two, one . . .
(peeker pulls face and makes noise)
Ulla: Good!
Peeker: Good?
Ulla: Very good - do it again.
(Peeker pulls face and makes noise)
Ulla: Very good indeed, quite outstanding.
(Ulla goes to door)
Ulla: Ah right.
Ulla: (calls through door) Ready now.
(Ed, a goat and some players from the spoilers come in and line up by desk)
Ulla: Right, once more.
(rings bell)
Ulla: Goodnight, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding.
(Peeker very cautiously pulls face and makes noise. Ulla rings bell again. Suddenly Ed and the goat hold up points cards like diving or skating judges)
Peeker: What's going on? What's going on?
Ulla: You've got very good marks.
Peeker: (hysterically) Well I don't care, I want to know what's going on! I think you're deliberately trying to humiliate people, and I'm going straight out of here and I'm going to tell the administrators of this board exactly what you do to players and I'm going to make bloody sure that you never do it again. There, what do you think of that? What do you think of that?
(Ed and the goat give him very high marks. The spoilers applauds)
Ull: Very good marks.
Peeker Oh, oh well, do I get to play then?
Ulla: Er, well, I'm afraid not. I'm afraid you just got kill during the Night.
(Cut to Høøpy Frøød sitting at desk)
Høøpy Frøød: Well that was all good fun, and we all had a jolly good laugh, but I would like to assure you that you'd never be treated like that if you had an interview with me or Storyteller or NAF or FCoD. Perhaps I should introduce myself.
I am the player who almost never plays. Still I'll show up in the colors, I'll be voted for and I have even once been recruited in a game I wasn't playing in. I wanted to be a doctor, but there we are, I'm not playing so I guess I don't get that role (emotionally) Or the vig, something violent and important, or a cop, with all those investigations, but there we are, it's no use crying over split milk, the facts are there and that's that. I'm not even playing in this lousy game.
(he weeps, then recovers) Never mind, now I wonder if you've ever considered what a very ammusing time you all have playing mafia.
oh, and
peekercpa, Sir Lancelot, a Vigilante, is dead.
Day should last until a little after midnight on Saturday, March 26 (Chicago time) Unless it doesn't.
(knock at door)
Ulla: Come in.
(Peeker enters)
Ulla: Ah. Come and sit
Peeker: Thank you.
(he sits)
Ulla: (stares at him and starts writing) Would you mind just standing up again for one moment.
(Pekker stands up)
Ulla: Take a seat.
Peeker: I'm sorry.
Ulla: Take a seat.
(Peeker does so)
Ulla: Ah!
(writes again)
Ulla: Good morning.
Peeker: Good morning.
Ulla: Good morning.
Peeker: Good morning.
Ulla: (writes) Tell me why did you say 'good morning' when you know perfectly well that it's afternoon?
Peeker: Well, well, you said 'good morning'. Ha, ha.
Ulla: (shakes head) Good afternoon.
Peeker: Ah, good afternoon.
Ulla: Oh dear. (writes again) Good evening.
Peeker: ... Goodbye?
Ulla: Ha, ha. No. (rings small hand-bell) ... Aren't you going to ask me why I rang the bell? (rings bell again)
Peeker: Er why did you ring the bell?
Ulla: Why do you think I rang the bell? (shouts) Five, four, three, two, one, zero!
Peeker: Well, I, I...
Ulla: Too late! (singing) Goodnight, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding. Goodnight. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding.
Peeker: Um. Oh this is, is the interview for the mafia game on idlemafia, right?
Ulla: (Rings bell) Yes. Yes it is. Goodnight. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.
Peeker: Oh. Oh *lumberjack, I don't think I'm doing very well.
Ulla: Why do you say that?
Peeker: Well I don't know.
Ulla: Do you say it because you didn't know?
Peeker: Well. I, I, I, I don't know.
Ulla: Five, four, three, two, one, zero! Right! (makes face and strange noise)
Peeker: I'm sorry, I'm confused. This game is silly. And the cencored words are making it difficult to speek peek! I can't write the words I want to - it's all *lumberjack and *ni and *botty and stuff!!!!
Ulla: Well why do you think we did that then?
Peeker: Well I don't know. It's some sillt stuff about Ed's school filters and stuff.
Ulla: Aren't you curious?
Peeker Sure I am. I am as curious as George, if you must know!
Ulla: Well, why didn't you ask us, then? You could have asked in bold and green!
Peeker: Well...I...er...
Ulla: Name?
Peeker: What?
Ulla: Your name man, your name!
Peeker Um, er Peeker.
Ulla: Sure?
Peeker: Oh yes.
Ulla: (writing) Peeker Shaw.
Peeker: No, no CPA.
Ulla CPA Shaw?
Peeker No, no, peeker CPA.
Ulla: (long look, rings bell) Goodnight. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding- ding-ding-ding. Goodnight. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding.
Peeker Oh *Lumberjack we're back to that again. I don't know what to do when you do that.
Ulla: Well do something. Goodnight. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, five, four, three, two, one . . .
(peeker pulls face and makes noise)
Ulla: Good!
Peeker: Good?
Ulla: Very good - do it again.
(Peeker pulls face and makes noise)
Ulla: Very good indeed, quite outstanding.
(Ulla goes to door)
Ulla: Ah right.
Ulla: (calls through door) Ready now.
(Ed, a goat and some players from the spoilers come in and line up by desk)
Ulla: Right, once more.
(rings bell)
Ulla: Goodnight, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding.
(Peeker very cautiously pulls face and makes noise. Ulla rings bell again. Suddenly Ed and the goat hold up points cards like diving or skating judges)
Peeker: What's going on? What's going on?
Ulla: You've got very good marks.
Peeker: (hysterically) Well I don't care, I want to know what's going on! I think you're deliberately trying to humiliate people, and I'm going straight out of here and I'm going to tell the administrators of this board exactly what you do to players and I'm going to make bloody sure that you never do it again. There, what do you think of that? What do you think of that?
(Ed and the goat give him very high marks. The spoilers applauds)
Ull: Very good marks.
Peeker Oh, oh well, do I get to play then?
Ulla: Er, well, I'm afraid not. I'm afraid you just got kill during the Night.
(Cut to Høøpy Frøød sitting at desk)
Høøpy Frøød: Well that was all good fun, and we all had a jolly good laugh, but I would like to assure you that you'd never be treated like that if you had an interview with me or Storyteller or NAF or FCoD. Perhaps I should introduce myself.
I am the player who almost never plays. Still I'll show up in the colors, I'll be voted for and I have even once been recruited in a game I wasn't playing in. I wanted to be a doctor, but there we are, I'm not playing so I guess I don't get that role (emotionally) Or the vig, something violent and important, or a cop, with all those investigations, but there we are, it's no use crying over split milk, the facts are there and that's that. I'm not even playing in this lousy game.
(he weeps, then recovers) Never mind, now I wonder if you've ever considered what a very ammusing time you all have playing mafia.
oh, and
peekercpa, Sir Lancelot, a Vigilante, is dead.
Day should last until a little after midnight on Saturday, March 26 (Chicago time) Unless it doesn't.