Part 11
So we meet again. When last we met, Spoof was attempting to give our boys character. A week has been spent practicing material, learning and rehearsing but still… Spoof seemed to be losing all hope. They just weren't up to it. What will happen to them? And what will happen to the case they took but now seemed to be forgetting about it?
"Guys… please! Try to get this right. You can't worry about hurting each other… They hit, kick, punch, spit on and verbally abuse!!!!" Spoof pleaded with them. 2 days of trying to get one scene right where Paul and Tim were suppose to hit one another.
"Look Spoof we haven't had any sleep in days! We've been doing this for hours… I'm tired… I'm agitated… Please let us rest… this is torture!" Rich said pleading with her.
She looked at them, their eyes were embedded in sunken dark flesh, they were slouching and having trouble keeping their eyes open. She sighed to herself and nodded. They gave a small cheer for joy and began to walk towards the room in which she had set up for them to sleep, though their beds hadn't been used in a while.
"Let's go… After you Paul" Tim said.
"After you…" Paul responded and extended his arm to allow him through.
"Look McDermott… I insist that you go first"
"I would be incredibly delighted if you would go first… Ferguson" Paul said gritting his teeth.
"I said… GO FIRST!"
"NO! YOU GO FIRST!"
And with that Paul pushed Tim through the door. Tim flew at him knocking him over then standing to adjust his shirt. Paul grabbed his ankle and held onto it whilst Tim tried to walk away. Paul started growling like a dog but stopped… and they both looked at Spoof who was rolling on the floor laughing.
"Something funny?" They both asked.
"Yeah… you guys…. YOU'VE GOT IT!"
part 12