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**OnlineHost**
ELIJAH_PRICE sits in a baseball card shop. He is in
a wheelchair, a vacant look on his face. |
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Clerk: Hey man, it's 20
after. It's time to choose. I gotta head. |
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Clerk:
You'd better not be jacking off to the Jennie Finch
cardboard stand-up, I swear to God. |
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Clerk: Oh, look man.
I didn't know you were in a...just choose something, all
right? |
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Elijah_Price:
/motionless |
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Clerk: All
right, I'm just gonna wheel you out and you can think
about stuff outside.
/starts to wheel Elijah_Price out of store |
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Elijah_Price: /slams
chair into wall
OW MY WRIST BUT I MADE THE CATCH! |
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Clerk: Shit!
/continues wheeling the chair out |
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Elijah_Price: /slams
chair into display case
OW MY FACE BUT I MADE THE CATCH! |
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Clerk: Dude!
...all right, listen. I don't care if you're in a
wheelchair, you do that one more time and I'm calling 5-0. |
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Clerk: /continues wheeling
the chair out |
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Elijah_Price: /slams
chair into shelf
OW MY RUINED BODY BUT I MADE THE CATCH! |
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Clerk:
That's it, crackerjack. You're gonna be sittin' your
ass in jail.
/reaches for phone |
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**OnlineHost** As CLERK
calls, ELIJAH_PRICE surveys the baseball cards he has
knocked to the floor. One card in particular catches
his attention, and his eyes light up. |
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Elijah_Price:
How much for this one? |
