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**OnlineHost** You have entered the Red Sox Owner's
Office chat room. |
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principalpwner:
I'm screwed.
I don't have a GM. I'm screwed. The Red Sox are
screwed.
whatdoidowhatdoidowhatdoido |
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MannyTheTorpedoes:
/plays with army
men under desk |
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MannyTheTorpedoes:
woosh!
psssh! pshhhhhh |
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principalpwner:
Manny, settle
down. I have work to do. |
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MannyTheTorpedoes:
but yor desk is a american base
fire! psssh bang! bang! bang! BANG! |
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principalpwner:
Say, Manny.
How...how would you like to be the GM of the
Boston Red Sox? |
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MannyTheTorpedoes:
me/
gm of the boston sox///? |
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principalpwner:
Yes, Manny. Imagine it.
You could build the team however you want. That's
every player's dream! You'd have complete authority! |
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MannyTheTorpedoes:
complee authory
is that a airplang |
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MannyTheTorpedoes:
/stretches out
arms and runs around room making jet engine noises |
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principalpwner:
I'll take that a
yes. Thank God. I'm done.
/parachutes out office window |
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MannyTheTorpedoes:
/yells out
window
BYE GUY IM CAPTAIN OF AIRPLANG NOWWWWW |
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MannyTheTorpedoes:
airplaaang |
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MannyTheTorpedoes:
AIRRRRplang |