Post by Andy D on Jan 26, 2012 19:08:29 GMT -5
If anybody cares, here's my rp for the interfet battle royal I've just partaken in - I have a feeling this may be more apreciated and liked here amongst people who know what the hell is going on between Andy and the 2Guys.
This Kind Of Thing Happens To Me All the Time
Sometimes I wonder just how I get into these situations. And then other times I remember… unfortunately
Action Packed Wrestling is hosting a little match that allows wrestlers from outside their organisation to partake in. Pure Class Wrestling, the place where I work, decided to send a couple of our starts to compete in this match. Put of the four competitors our place is sending across, we have our World Champion who decided to backstab his friends, his fans and seemingly everyone else who supported him without any kind of explanation, a guy who has the worst case of bipolar disease making him almost a Jekyll and Hyde kind of guy, and a Drunkard who genuinely believes he’s a pirate.
I don’t know if they sent me to be ‘the normal one’ or if everybody has a completely different opinion on my mental state than I do.
To be fair I wasn’t just selected at random to represent the fed, I volunteered. Or to be more accurately, I was volunteered without my say so. The people who decided to sign me up without my knowledge? My ‘life advisors’, which just to be extra annoying, would actually mean they were doing their jobs.
Ok, let me explain this a bit. I was out of work. I was in denial about being out of work, appearing in the odd match here and there, but in truth I was out of work. Jackle and Menace were some old acquaintances of mine, I used to use them as my training dummies just after I graduated from wrestling school. Menace had been doing some work for PCW as a podcaster (or ‘audio… thing’ as he used to call them) and obviously had some connections within the promotion. Their bright idea (which wasn’t that bright) was to get me to make them money. In simple terms it is actually a good idea. The problem is things is never that simple.
Being former PCW wrestlers themselves, going under the tag team name 2Guys, Jackle and Menace knew that they could get me a spot on the roster if they asked. So they made me an offer I wish I refused. In return for getting me into PCW, they would have to become my ‘life advisors’ which meant they would decide stuff like my wardrobe, entrance, gimmicks and the like. Or at least, that’s what they thought anyway.
Now before you decide on whether this was a good idea or not you need to know a few things about the 2Guys. The biggest and most important thing you need to know is that they’re idiots. They make dumb and dumber look like MIT graduates. Give you an example. The old Joke ‘What’s the capital of France’ and instead of Paris you say the answer is F, because that’s the capital letter in France. The 2Guys said that it was B… because B was the capital letter of Berlin. This made sense to nobody else but them. As I said, stupid
The other thing you should know is that they have little attention span. They constantly change their plans and ideas shortly after making them, sometimes even in the middle of making them. It was this fact that I had counted on when I agreed to let them be my ‘life advisors’ hoping that they’d forget about me in a couple of weeks and everything would all be over.
I’m not that lucky
Hopefully this explains why I was able to be volunteered without consultancy. It might also go to explain what happened one Tuesday afternoon prior to the PPV event. I’d gotten used to these ‘meetings’ that I had been having in my little hideaway. That makes it sound a bit cooler (or creepier) than it actually was. I rent an apartment that’s above a training gym, which I train in quite regularly. Towards the back of the gym were several, often unused rooms. So I’ve basically set up shop in one of them. Turned it into a bit of a locker room, got a bench to lie back and relax on (you’ll find I do that a lot), and there’s a table for my manager to work at.
Lucy Hunt is difficult to describe for me. Sometimes she’s the most amazing person in the world, like when she books me in for promotional tours and leaves days free in the middle for me to relax and have fun. Then there are other times when she’s the devil in disguise, like when she convinced me to take the 2Guys offer to become my life managers.
Most of the time, however, she tended to just sit at her little table, nose buried in a pile of books and papers of stuff I really don’t want to know about, and gets on with her work. We speak about business when needed and other stuff when we feel like it. Otherwise we just tend to let each other get on with whatever we want to get on with.
The 2Guys on the other hand tend to show up when they want, annoy me with whatever inane idea they have at that moment whether I want them to or not, then just leave, with me usually baffled by whatever happened.
Which is exactly what happened that Tuesday. Lucy was working away on whatever she works away at long before I even showed up at the room. I took my usual spot on my bench and lied back. “Don’t get too comfortable” Lucy said without even raising her head “I think Jackle and Menace are planning to drop by”
I groaned. I groaned even louder when they burst through my door with their usual “Andy” Greeting. As they started to kick into their usual spiel, I wondered if they took the time to register if I was there. I later learned that the 2Guys could go on for almost a minute before realising I wasn’t in the room, when they would promptly leave and try again another day. I thought of those times as lucky escapes from then on.
“Have we got an idea for you” Menace said, which translated as ‘Have we got a headache for you’
“Survive and Conquer is coming up soon” Jackle informed, before sighing blissfully “you against 85 other people”
“Man, I wish we could lose against 85 other people” Menace added. I should point out here that the 2Guys wrestling career was based off losing, the knowledge that they were going to lose, and the general enjoyment of losing. The only thing that would be better for them to be in this match would be if they were the last entrants in this match, only one other person who was in the ring who was completely exhausted and even a feather could throw them out of the ring… and for them THEN to lose.
“You realise I’m not planning on losing” I said, finally sitting up on my bench
“Of course not” Menace exclaimed
“We want you to win” Jackle added. The whole reason they wanted to be my life advisors was so that I could win more money wrestling that they could losing. I had to be honest, for a couple of idiots it was a really good plan.
“To help you win” Menace started while I thought ‘here it comes’ “We’ve got you a new gimmick.” Fantastic! And for those of you who don’t know me, that was a sarcastic fantastic (which, I’ve noted down, is a great name for a band). Ever since we started this arrangement the 2Guys have been trying to give me a new gimmick. The problem is that they’ve been trying to give me more and more ridiculous ideas each time.
Case in point, when the 2Guys pulled out a display chart, setting it to a page with a photo shopped image of me in a very brightly coloured pink and yellow costume. Before they even said anything I blurted out “I am not wearing spandex”
“It’s not spandex” Menace started”
“It’s lycra. There’s a difference” Jackle added in the way that those idiots seem to just finish each others sentences “We checked” He added.
“Ok, Ok, Ok.” Menace said in a similar way to Joe Pesci’s character from the lethal weapon movies. “You don’t like that idea, we have other ideas” I groaned again.
“Up next…” Jackle changed the page on the chart. On it was another photo shopped picture, this time with me in a black mask, a hat and a cape. “The mark of Dee!” Jackle said very dramatically
“You’d go around, saving oppressed people and leaving your mark, a D, on all those evil tyrants” Menace explained
“Oppressed people?” I asked “And who would these oppressed people be exactly?”
“Well…” Menace started, and you could literally hear the gears turning in his head. And of course those gears had no teeth so it made things really difficult to come up with an answer.
“Maybe the fans?” Jackle finally chirped up
“Yes” Menace came back excitedly “The fans are always oppressed with high ticket prices and bad confectionary choices”
“Ok,” I started, pausing for a moment “So who would be the oppressor in this situation?”
“The arena managers?” Jackle suggested
“The Promotion heads?” Menace suggested in a similar manor
“Let me get this straight” I started “You wanted me to go around attacking and defacing the people who pay me to appear?”
There was a long pause as the 2Guys looked at each other, silently communicating. “Ok” Menace finally broke the silence “Next idea”
After flipping a couple of pages, Jackle finally spoke out “You know what, you wont like this idea”
“Oh” Was all I could say in response
“Right” Menace confirmed “I mean if you didn’t like our best idea and our second best idea, there’s no way you’d like our third best idea”
“You don’t have any more ideas do you” I stated, seeing through their charade
“Nope” Jackle confirmed
“Those last two ideas took ages to come up with” Menace explained
I sighed, heavily “Why am I doing this?” I rhetorically asked. I was mainly referencing this whole discussion from a couple of people who’s combined IQ is about a quarter of the average persons trying to change, in effect, who I was. The response I got wasn’t assuming my question was rhetorical and was in reference to the upcoming match
“Well you’re in this match for a few reasons” Jackle started
“A lot of reasons in fact” Menace added
“I can think of one very big reason off the top of my head” Jackle added again
“Yeah, that one hundred thousand dollar prize would be really nice to win” I said.
This caught Lucy’s attention, and she looked up in confusion “Isn’t the prize five hundred thousand dollars?” She asked. I immediately looked at the 2Guys who looked like rabbits caught in headlights.
“Err… well” Menace started off “We… err… had to take our twenty percent?”
“Twenty Percent?” Lucy asked “How does twenty percent leave Andy with just a hundred grand?”
“Well, two hundred for me” Jackle started “And another two hundred for him… all that’s left was what we offered Andy”
Ok, first off, they can’t work out percentage but some how still manage to get all three numbers to add up to the actual total. Somehow I felt a calculator had been used.
“Oh well” Lucy sighed “as long as I get my cut I don’t care how you divide up the rest”
“Hey!” I exclaimed, slightly annoyed “Don’t I get a say in this”
“No!” Was the very quick response I got from all three of them, I sighed in defeat.
“How about we start talking strategy” Jackle changed the subject after a few moments silence.
“Oh yeah” Menace excitedly bust out “We have a great strategy for you to use in the match”
“I almost dread to ask” I thought out loud
“Don’t get eliminated” Jackle said with look of beaming pride on his face
I paused, waiting for the rest of their strategy. When nothing was said for about 30 seconds, I finally spoke up “Is that it?” I asked
“No of course not” Menace explained and I sighed in relief. I was about to say ‘for a moment there I was worried, when Menace cut me off “Eliminate other people at every opportunity.” He said with the same look of beaming pride
“As strategies go” I started, diplomatically “It’s a bit obvious.”
“If you don’t try the obvious plans” Jackle started “Your goals may never be obtained” ‘Wow’ I thought ‘that was a bit deep for them’
“This pearl of wisdom was brought to you by the fortune cookie from last nights Chinese meal” Menace said in his best presenter’s voice. Of course the wisest thing they’ve said was from a fortune cookie.
“Its not like you can plan anything more than that anyway” Lucy added with a sense of logic “You don’t know most of the people in the match”
“Except the other people from PCW” Jackle quickly added
“So what,” I calmly responded “It’s not the first time I’ve been in a match against people I don’t know.”
“True” Menace redundantly added
“But this is a lot of people you don’t know. In a match that will probably get crazy very quickly” Lucy again tried to bring down my mood
“This isn’t the first time I’ve been in a crazy match, managed to keep my head and not let the crazy cost me the match”
“He has a point” Jackle threw out
“Lets not forget that you will have to some how survive past all those people you don’t know, and a couple that you do know, heavily exhausted trying to just stay upright when the last entrant finally arrives and still have enough energy to finish off the last few people in order to actually win this” Lucy again pointed out
“Well it’s a good thing that this isn’t the first time I’ve been up against impossible odds, fought through sweat, blood and pain to conquer all opponents despite being almost destroying my body to come out on top and win one of the biggest matches I’ve ever participated in” I proudly said
I looked at the quizzical looks from all three of the other people in the room for a few moments before I finally asked “That’s never happened to me has it?”
“Nope” “No way” “Sorry”
I sighed in defeat, again. But then I brightened up “Maybe this will be different” I said “There’s a first time for everything right? Maybe this will be the first time I overcome insane odds to win a match. Maybe there’ll be a first time where Lucy comes in and doesn’t bury her nose in all that stuff” I waved my hand towards Lucy and her table where she responded with a slightly annoyed look “Maybe there will be a first time where you two would come up with an idea I actually like”
“Maybe there will” Menace said hopefully
“Maybe we’ll go and do that right now!” Jackle added and started to drag Menace out of the room. I sighed in relief at finally getting rid of those two
“Nice job convincing them to go away” Lucy said, obviously annoyed with the 2Guys as much as I was.
“Thanks” I responded “Nice job with the reverse psychology trying to pump me up”
“You noticed that huh?” Lucy playfully said. I moved to lie back down on my bench to relax “Shouldn’t you get back to training” My manager asked me
“I’m suppose to have a 20 minute rest” I said
“You’ve been in here longer than 20 minutes” Lucy shot back
“Yes, but it was dealing with them” I waved my hand to where Jackle and Menace had been standing “That is not restful” Lucy just nodded in agreement and got back to her work.
After a minute or so, I’d picked up a furniture catalogue that had randomly been on the floor. Flicking through the pages I stopped on one. “Wow, this looks interesting” I said out loud. Lucy made some sort of noise to indicate she was listening but still working. “It’s a chair, draped in fabric, which you can have in either black or light brown. Its got four stumps at the bottom raising the base off the ground, its otherwise box shaped with a reclining back, which a footstool then appears from the base when it goes back. Rounded arms and headrest. Eighty five centimetres in width, ninety four centimetres in depth and 97 centimetres in height, although the seat itself is fifty four by fifty four by forty five. The fabric cover is even removable and machine washable.”
Lucy stared at me for a good minute before asking “Why the hell did you tell me that?”
“I don’t know” I started “Just felt like I had to describe something”
“And why the hell is it in metric?” She asked again
“Huh” I muttered in puzzlement before closing the catalogue and staring at its back “You know I might have brought this back from the UK last time I was there” I suggested as an excuse
“Sometimes I think you’re just as stupid as the 2Guys” Lucy said in frustration and irritation. We both looked at each other for a moment
“Nah, that’s not even possible”
This Kind Of Thing Happens To Me All the Time
Sometimes I wonder just how I get into these situations. And then other times I remember… unfortunately
Action Packed Wrestling is hosting a little match that allows wrestlers from outside their organisation to partake in. Pure Class Wrestling, the place where I work, decided to send a couple of our starts to compete in this match. Put of the four competitors our place is sending across, we have our World Champion who decided to backstab his friends, his fans and seemingly everyone else who supported him without any kind of explanation, a guy who has the worst case of bipolar disease making him almost a Jekyll and Hyde kind of guy, and a Drunkard who genuinely believes he’s a pirate.
I don’t know if they sent me to be ‘the normal one’ or if everybody has a completely different opinion on my mental state than I do.
To be fair I wasn’t just selected at random to represent the fed, I volunteered. Or to be more accurately, I was volunteered without my say so. The people who decided to sign me up without my knowledge? My ‘life advisors’, which just to be extra annoying, would actually mean they were doing their jobs.
Ok, let me explain this a bit. I was out of work. I was in denial about being out of work, appearing in the odd match here and there, but in truth I was out of work. Jackle and Menace were some old acquaintances of mine, I used to use them as my training dummies just after I graduated from wrestling school. Menace had been doing some work for PCW as a podcaster (or ‘audio… thing’ as he used to call them) and obviously had some connections within the promotion. Their bright idea (which wasn’t that bright) was to get me to make them money. In simple terms it is actually a good idea. The problem is things is never that simple.
Being former PCW wrestlers themselves, going under the tag team name 2Guys, Jackle and Menace knew that they could get me a spot on the roster if they asked. So they made me an offer I wish I refused. In return for getting me into PCW, they would have to become my ‘life advisors’ which meant they would decide stuff like my wardrobe, entrance, gimmicks and the like. Or at least, that’s what they thought anyway.
Now before you decide on whether this was a good idea or not you need to know a few things about the 2Guys. The biggest and most important thing you need to know is that they’re idiots. They make dumb and dumber look like MIT graduates. Give you an example. The old Joke ‘What’s the capital of France’ and instead of Paris you say the answer is F, because that’s the capital letter in France. The 2Guys said that it was B… because B was the capital letter of Berlin. This made sense to nobody else but them. As I said, stupid
The other thing you should know is that they have little attention span. They constantly change their plans and ideas shortly after making them, sometimes even in the middle of making them. It was this fact that I had counted on when I agreed to let them be my ‘life advisors’ hoping that they’d forget about me in a couple of weeks and everything would all be over.
I’m not that lucky
Hopefully this explains why I was able to be volunteered without consultancy. It might also go to explain what happened one Tuesday afternoon prior to the PPV event. I’d gotten used to these ‘meetings’ that I had been having in my little hideaway. That makes it sound a bit cooler (or creepier) than it actually was. I rent an apartment that’s above a training gym, which I train in quite regularly. Towards the back of the gym were several, often unused rooms. So I’ve basically set up shop in one of them. Turned it into a bit of a locker room, got a bench to lie back and relax on (you’ll find I do that a lot), and there’s a table for my manager to work at.
Lucy Hunt is difficult to describe for me. Sometimes she’s the most amazing person in the world, like when she books me in for promotional tours and leaves days free in the middle for me to relax and have fun. Then there are other times when she’s the devil in disguise, like when she convinced me to take the 2Guys offer to become my life managers.
Most of the time, however, she tended to just sit at her little table, nose buried in a pile of books and papers of stuff I really don’t want to know about, and gets on with her work. We speak about business when needed and other stuff when we feel like it. Otherwise we just tend to let each other get on with whatever we want to get on with.
The 2Guys on the other hand tend to show up when they want, annoy me with whatever inane idea they have at that moment whether I want them to or not, then just leave, with me usually baffled by whatever happened.
Which is exactly what happened that Tuesday. Lucy was working away on whatever she works away at long before I even showed up at the room. I took my usual spot on my bench and lied back. “Don’t get too comfortable” Lucy said without even raising her head “I think Jackle and Menace are planning to drop by”
I groaned. I groaned even louder when they burst through my door with their usual “Andy” Greeting. As they started to kick into their usual spiel, I wondered if they took the time to register if I was there. I later learned that the 2Guys could go on for almost a minute before realising I wasn’t in the room, when they would promptly leave and try again another day. I thought of those times as lucky escapes from then on.
“Have we got an idea for you” Menace said, which translated as ‘Have we got a headache for you’
“Survive and Conquer is coming up soon” Jackle informed, before sighing blissfully “you against 85 other people”
“Man, I wish we could lose against 85 other people” Menace added. I should point out here that the 2Guys wrestling career was based off losing, the knowledge that they were going to lose, and the general enjoyment of losing. The only thing that would be better for them to be in this match would be if they were the last entrants in this match, only one other person who was in the ring who was completely exhausted and even a feather could throw them out of the ring… and for them THEN to lose.
“You realise I’m not planning on losing” I said, finally sitting up on my bench
“Of course not” Menace exclaimed
“We want you to win” Jackle added. The whole reason they wanted to be my life advisors was so that I could win more money wrestling that they could losing. I had to be honest, for a couple of idiots it was a really good plan.
“To help you win” Menace started while I thought ‘here it comes’ “We’ve got you a new gimmick.” Fantastic! And for those of you who don’t know me, that was a sarcastic fantastic (which, I’ve noted down, is a great name for a band). Ever since we started this arrangement the 2Guys have been trying to give me a new gimmick. The problem is that they’ve been trying to give me more and more ridiculous ideas each time.
Case in point, when the 2Guys pulled out a display chart, setting it to a page with a photo shopped image of me in a very brightly coloured pink and yellow costume. Before they even said anything I blurted out “I am not wearing spandex”
“It’s not spandex” Menace started”
“It’s lycra. There’s a difference” Jackle added in the way that those idiots seem to just finish each others sentences “We checked” He added.
“Ok, Ok, Ok.” Menace said in a similar way to Joe Pesci’s character from the lethal weapon movies. “You don’t like that idea, we have other ideas” I groaned again.
“Up next…” Jackle changed the page on the chart. On it was another photo shopped picture, this time with me in a black mask, a hat and a cape. “The mark of Dee!” Jackle said very dramatically
“You’d go around, saving oppressed people and leaving your mark, a D, on all those evil tyrants” Menace explained
“Oppressed people?” I asked “And who would these oppressed people be exactly?”
“Well…” Menace started, and you could literally hear the gears turning in his head. And of course those gears had no teeth so it made things really difficult to come up with an answer.
“Maybe the fans?” Jackle finally chirped up
“Yes” Menace came back excitedly “The fans are always oppressed with high ticket prices and bad confectionary choices”
“Ok,” I started, pausing for a moment “So who would be the oppressor in this situation?”
“The arena managers?” Jackle suggested
“The Promotion heads?” Menace suggested in a similar manor
“Let me get this straight” I started “You wanted me to go around attacking and defacing the people who pay me to appear?”
There was a long pause as the 2Guys looked at each other, silently communicating. “Ok” Menace finally broke the silence “Next idea”
After flipping a couple of pages, Jackle finally spoke out “You know what, you wont like this idea”
“Oh” Was all I could say in response
“Right” Menace confirmed “I mean if you didn’t like our best idea and our second best idea, there’s no way you’d like our third best idea”
“You don’t have any more ideas do you” I stated, seeing through their charade
“Nope” Jackle confirmed
“Those last two ideas took ages to come up with” Menace explained
I sighed, heavily “Why am I doing this?” I rhetorically asked. I was mainly referencing this whole discussion from a couple of people who’s combined IQ is about a quarter of the average persons trying to change, in effect, who I was. The response I got wasn’t assuming my question was rhetorical and was in reference to the upcoming match
“Well you’re in this match for a few reasons” Jackle started
“A lot of reasons in fact” Menace added
“I can think of one very big reason off the top of my head” Jackle added again
“Yeah, that one hundred thousand dollar prize would be really nice to win” I said.
This caught Lucy’s attention, and she looked up in confusion “Isn’t the prize five hundred thousand dollars?” She asked. I immediately looked at the 2Guys who looked like rabbits caught in headlights.
“Err… well” Menace started off “We… err… had to take our twenty percent?”
“Twenty Percent?” Lucy asked “How does twenty percent leave Andy with just a hundred grand?”
“Well, two hundred for me” Jackle started “And another two hundred for him… all that’s left was what we offered Andy”
Ok, first off, they can’t work out percentage but some how still manage to get all three numbers to add up to the actual total. Somehow I felt a calculator had been used.
“Oh well” Lucy sighed “as long as I get my cut I don’t care how you divide up the rest”
“Hey!” I exclaimed, slightly annoyed “Don’t I get a say in this”
“No!” Was the very quick response I got from all three of them, I sighed in defeat.
“How about we start talking strategy” Jackle changed the subject after a few moments silence.
“Oh yeah” Menace excitedly bust out “We have a great strategy for you to use in the match”
“I almost dread to ask” I thought out loud
“Don’t get eliminated” Jackle said with look of beaming pride on his face
I paused, waiting for the rest of their strategy. When nothing was said for about 30 seconds, I finally spoke up “Is that it?” I asked
“No of course not” Menace explained and I sighed in relief. I was about to say ‘for a moment there I was worried, when Menace cut me off “Eliminate other people at every opportunity.” He said with the same look of beaming pride
“As strategies go” I started, diplomatically “It’s a bit obvious.”
“If you don’t try the obvious plans” Jackle started “Your goals may never be obtained” ‘Wow’ I thought ‘that was a bit deep for them’
“This pearl of wisdom was brought to you by the fortune cookie from last nights Chinese meal” Menace said in his best presenter’s voice. Of course the wisest thing they’ve said was from a fortune cookie.
“Its not like you can plan anything more than that anyway” Lucy added with a sense of logic “You don’t know most of the people in the match”
“Except the other people from PCW” Jackle quickly added
“So what,” I calmly responded “It’s not the first time I’ve been in a match against people I don’t know.”
“True” Menace redundantly added
“But this is a lot of people you don’t know. In a match that will probably get crazy very quickly” Lucy again tried to bring down my mood
“This isn’t the first time I’ve been in a crazy match, managed to keep my head and not let the crazy cost me the match”
“He has a point” Jackle threw out
“Lets not forget that you will have to some how survive past all those people you don’t know, and a couple that you do know, heavily exhausted trying to just stay upright when the last entrant finally arrives and still have enough energy to finish off the last few people in order to actually win this” Lucy again pointed out
“Well it’s a good thing that this isn’t the first time I’ve been up against impossible odds, fought through sweat, blood and pain to conquer all opponents despite being almost destroying my body to come out on top and win one of the biggest matches I’ve ever participated in” I proudly said
I looked at the quizzical looks from all three of the other people in the room for a few moments before I finally asked “That’s never happened to me has it?”
“Nope” “No way” “Sorry”
I sighed in defeat, again. But then I brightened up “Maybe this will be different” I said “There’s a first time for everything right? Maybe this will be the first time I overcome insane odds to win a match. Maybe there’ll be a first time where Lucy comes in and doesn’t bury her nose in all that stuff” I waved my hand towards Lucy and her table where she responded with a slightly annoyed look “Maybe there will be a first time where you two would come up with an idea I actually like”
“Maybe there will” Menace said hopefully
“Maybe we’ll go and do that right now!” Jackle added and started to drag Menace out of the room. I sighed in relief at finally getting rid of those two
“Nice job convincing them to go away” Lucy said, obviously annoyed with the 2Guys as much as I was.
“Thanks” I responded “Nice job with the reverse psychology trying to pump me up”
“You noticed that huh?” Lucy playfully said. I moved to lie back down on my bench to relax “Shouldn’t you get back to training” My manager asked me
“I’m suppose to have a 20 minute rest” I said
“You’ve been in here longer than 20 minutes” Lucy shot back
“Yes, but it was dealing with them” I waved my hand to where Jackle and Menace had been standing “That is not restful” Lucy just nodded in agreement and got back to her work.
After a minute or so, I’d picked up a furniture catalogue that had randomly been on the floor. Flicking through the pages I stopped on one. “Wow, this looks interesting” I said out loud. Lucy made some sort of noise to indicate she was listening but still working. “It’s a chair, draped in fabric, which you can have in either black or light brown. Its got four stumps at the bottom raising the base off the ground, its otherwise box shaped with a reclining back, which a footstool then appears from the base when it goes back. Rounded arms and headrest. Eighty five centimetres in width, ninety four centimetres in depth and 97 centimetres in height, although the seat itself is fifty four by fifty four by forty five. The fabric cover is even removable and machine washable.”
Lucy stared at me for a good minute before asking “Why the hell did you tell me that?”
“I don’t know” I started “Just felt like I had to describe something”
“And why the hell is it in metric?” She asked again
“Huh” I muttered in puzzlement before closing the catalogue and staring at its back “You know I might have brought this back from the UK last time I was there” I suggested as an excuse
“Sometimes I think you’re just as stupid as the 2Guys” Lucy said in frustration and irritation. We both looked at each other for a moment
“Nah, that’s not even possible”