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WinBenSteinsBrenner: Thanks again for coming to my granddaughter's play with me, Joe. |
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Torreumon: No problem, sir. I could use the clarity of mind. |
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WinBenSteinsBrenner: I wouldn't count on it. I brought you here so we could talk about the upcoming season the whole time. |
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Torreumon: Uh, I don't think they're going to let us talk during the play. We'll have to continue that afterwards. |
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WinBenSteinsBrenner: My worst fear. So what do we do? |
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Torreumon: Well sit here and watch, I guess. |
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WinBenSteinsBrenner: What is this play anyway? |
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Torreumon: Cabaret. |
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WinBenSteinsBrenner: Phew, just one. It's a good thing this isn't a triple play! Haha get it? |
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Torreumon: Yeah, you already told me that one in the parking lot. |
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WinBenSteinsBrenner: No, I said double play in the parking lot. A triple play would be a lot worse. 50% worse. |
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WinBenSteinsBrenner: See you on the other side. |
| **Online Host** 40 minutes later... | |
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WinBenSteinsBrenner: Psst! I can't take this. |
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Torreumon: What? |
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WinBenSteinsBrenner: This is awful. I thought this was going to be the type of thing where everyone on stage improvises a comedy routine based on random assignments. What am I thinking of? |
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Torreumon: Whose Line Is It Anyway?? |
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WinBenSteinsBrenner: Yeah, that's what I wanted. You've got to help me. |
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Torreumon: What do you want me to do? |
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WinBenSteinsBrenner: Vomit, get a cell phone call, bleed from your face, I don't care. Ben wants out. |
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Torreumon: I can't do any of those things on command, sir. |
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WinBenSteinsBrenner: Fine, I'll do it myself. |
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WinBenSteinsBrenner: Ooooo! Boy my ticker sure is struggling today. I hope I don't EEP! EEEEEEEEEEEP! |
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Torreumon: /slaps forehead |
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WinBenSteinsBrenner: Quick! Someone call an ambulance and get me the fuck out of here! |
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Torreumon: I'll be in the car. |
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