May 21
Conan: 7 out of 7. Okay, I… have to shoot my shot, here. Do you know what that means? Does ANYONE know what that means? (Beep-Beep!) Tyler: (Stern Teacher-tone) I told you to drop it…! Conan: Oh COME ON!
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Conan: 7 out of 7. Okay, I… have to shoot my shot, here. Do you know what that means? Does ANYONE know what that means? (Beep-Beep!) Tyler: (Stern Teacher-tone) I told you to drop it…! Conan: Oh COME ON!
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Conan: Aww, Player 1, looks like you did an oppsie-whoopsie! Unfortunately for you, we don’t let you get away with those around HERE. (Player 1 loses money)
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Conan: (With a voice filter akin to [REDACTED]) This is your wake-up call~!
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(The booth door opens, and a pair of people walk in) Conan: Can you BELIEVE what just happened?! (Booth door swings closed) Tyler: (His voice isn’t on the intercom) It’s… pret-ty darn unbelievable… Conan: It was all FAKE! O_O Everything! The cop, the evidence, all of it! Tyler: I told you; I didn’t talk to anyone and I sure as hell didn’t… give them anything. I was busy trying to get rid of a mob of angry writers! Conan: Yea… okay… sorry… No matter, all is well! Now… all we need to do is find ourselves a new team of writers — PROPERLY THIS TIME — And then we’re Golden! Tyler: But- how the hell’re we gonna pay them…? Conan: Uhhh… I’m… too tired to figure that out right now… I’ll be in my office counting the… last of the few beans we still have left in the coffee machine… (Phone Vibrating) Tyler: Hang on… that’s my phone… Wait, that’s the… bank… (Phone tapping sounds, then “Bling!” sound) OH MY GO- C-…Conan… a-a-are… are you seeing this…?! Conan: what the fuh…?! Tyler: This is MORE than enough money to pay us, and our writers, make some long-overdue renovations… and even hire some janitors and a security guard or two to keep that… WEIRDO from barging into our booth again! WITH BENEFITS TO BOOT!! Conan: Ah-… I… (Wheezes) I don’t believe this…! I… don’t believe this! Who the hell would blow that much cash on this DUMP?! Tyler: (chuckles) Clearly it’s someone with a lot of money to blow and… (gasp) p-probably obsessed with this game or something? I don’t know…! Conan: Welp! I’m not one to look at gift-horse-in-mouth! See you next week, Tyler! Tyler: Okay, but, uh… there’s-there’s a note with the deposit… um… “Pleasure doing business with you, see you next week.” “S.F.” Do you know anyone with those initials? (Booth door opens again) Conan: Nope! Don’t know, don’t care! Bye! (Closes the door behind him) Tyler: hmm… I don’t know… it seems a little too good to be true, honestly… but… whatever. What happens, happens.
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Conan: Ohh a “fresh rod” is just ONE of the many things I’m gonna stick up this writer when I get my hands on him…! Tyler: Relax! No need for violence. Still wrong though…
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Conan: So uh… is it the liver? Zorthrax: No, ThErE iS sUcH a ThInG aS… “fAtTy LiVeR dIsEaSe”. BuT… iT’s A dIsEaSe, So, It’S nOt NoRmAlLy FaTtY. Conan: Oh… okay… — — — Conan: Is it the… kidneys? Zorthrax: No, BuT kIdNeYs ArE aLsO VERY DELICIOUS! Conan: Ah! I- uh- did not need to know that… — — — Conan: So, uh, what about the stomach? Is- is that it…? Zorthrax: NoT gEnErAlLy. It DePeNdS oN wHaT’s InSiDe ThE sToMaCh. Conan: Well, I… suppose that makes sense…
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Conan: Sorry! You’re missing a silent “H”. Here’s my silent resentment for you… *Audible angry grumbling*
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Conan: What’s pointy, starts with an s, ends with crews, and is screws? It’s screws.
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