Post by hbk on May 4, 2009 18:10:48 GMT -5
Shawn opens his eyes to see a wall of white cascading over him, and he is unusually cold. He starts to sit up, noting the pain in his back, and he slowly makes his way to a sitting base.
"Where on God's green, blue, gray, white and occasionally yellow earth am I?"
Some muffled words are heard from another area in what Shawn has discovered to be an igloo, and two Eskimos come in to the room.
"Ah. You are awake. This is good."
Shawn rubs his sore back, still trying to figure out why he's in an igloo. Instead of wasting time coming up with his own theories, he decides it would be much easier to simply ask these delightfully cliché fellows.
"So uh, why exactly am I here again?"
The two Eskimos turn to each other and laugh, before turning back to Shawn.
"We find you out on ice, dancing with a caribou."
A strange look comes over Shawn's face. All he remembered was someone spitting in his face, and then a match which he lost, and then this.
"So, you scared the caribou away, and took me in here?"
The two Eskimos turn to each other and laugh again, say something in their language, and one leaves the room while the other turns to Shawn.
"Nope. We shot it. Then we took you here. There is plane coming for you from KFC to get you to Friday Anchors."
Shawn sits on his ice slab bed, pondering the last sentence from the Eskimo, before it clicks in his head.
"Oh, you mean FCW and Friday Night Anarchy. Right. So when is the plane getting here."
The Eskimo pulls down his hood, and in a perfect American accent explains to Shawn.
"It's been here for about 20 minutes. We just thought we'd mess with ya a bit Shawn. Now come on, you've got a show to be in attendance at."
The man helps Shawn up from the ice slab and walks him out to the plane. They both get in, and the plane takes off towards America.
"Where on God's green, blue, gray, white and occasionally yellow earth am I?"
Some muffled words are heard from another area in what Shawn has discovered to be an igloo, and two Eskimos come in to the room.
"Ah. You are awake. This is good."
Shawn rubs his sore back, still trying to figure out why he's in an igloo. Instead of wasting time coming up with his own theories, he decides it would be much easier to simply ask these delightfully cliché fellows.
"So uh, why exactly am I here again?"
The two Eskimos turn to each other and laugh, before turning back to Shawn.
"We find you out on ice, dancing with a caribou."
A strange look comes over Shawn's face. All he remembered was someone spitting in his face, and then a match which he lost, and then this.
"So, you scared the caribou away, and took me in here?"
The two Eskimos turn to each other and laugh again, say something in their language, and one leaves the room while the other turns to Shawn.
"Nope. We shot it. Then we took you here. There is plane coming for you from KFC to get you to Friday Anchors."
Shawn sits on his ice slab bed, pondering the last sentence from the Eskimo, before it clicks in his head.
"Oh, you mean FCW and Friday Night Anarchy. Right. So when is the plane getting here."
The Eskimo pulls down his hood, and in a perfect American accent explains to Shawn.
"It's been here for about 20 minutes. We just thought we'd mess with ya a bit Shawn. Now come on, you've got a show to be in attendance at."
The man helps Shawn up from the ice slab and walks him out to the plane. They both get in, and the plane takes off towards America.
