Subj: The Working Man-Part 2 of ?
Date: 12/17/99 9:42:41 PM Central Standard Time
From: Delilah Robbins
Trevor Kingston, producer for General Dementia, looked and dressed exactly like Howdy Doody. Despite his Hee Haw wardrobe however, he appeared to have impeccable judgement. In a business where new soaps exploded on to the tube like popcorn, It was his inspiration that sold the ratings, or so it seemed.
He thoughtfully regarded the team's newest addition. "You know Diabolos, I just can't get over how much you look like Nicholas Blair!"
The Devil shrugged answering him casually, giving him a half smirk. "Yeah, we're brothers."
Trevor tried to perpetuate the small talk, feebly. "Wow, isn't that something? That would explain it then, wouldn't it?" He exclaimed elbowing The Big D and chuckling loudly.
Diabolos squinted, flashing an artificial grin. Yeesh what a putz! He thought.
The head writer ushered the Big D into the polluted smoke clouded office. Just like home, the Devil thought to himself.
There, he met the third and forth counterparts of the successful writing team. First, Trevor motioned toward a dumpy, subdued looking brunette who eyed the Devil provocatively. Inhaling an Eskimo Pie, she ultimately wore the chocolate all over her donut-sized lips. "Diabolos I'd like you to meet Margie Kulhawic."
He gave her the once over, nodded, said nothing and then waltzed away…quickly.
"And Ross Miller our head writer."
He studied the extremely handsome young man who sported clear blue eyes, sparkling with intelligence. Competition, he thought to himself. Then he crammed his hot hand into his. "Damned glad to meet you!" He lied.
What's this? Ross wondered, studying the dapper, red bedecked new hire. I've been holding down the fort just fine, for years on my own. What in Hell are they hiring him for? He thought, barely disguising the resentment that inadvertently played across his face.
I didn't catch your last name Mr. Diabolos…?"
"I don't have one!" He barked.
There was a long awkward pause. The only audible sound in evidence being the slurping noises Margie made as she licked the foil from her Eskimo Pie. Trevor, thinking to fill the silence, clapped his hands together once, smiling his broad toothy grin again. "Well, I'll let you all get to know each other! Diabolos, if there's anything you need or want to talk about I'm in that office over there!" He saluted them all and practically skipped to his office, silently shutting the door behind him.
The Big D gave him a side way glance. It's too easy! This Trevor character's as soft as a sneaker full of shit! He turned his attention toward the other two. Margie seductively licked every single one of her fingers for Diabolos' benefit while Ross continued to stare at him bitterly.
Let's see what Big Red's made of. Ross thought to himself. "Here's the story Diabolos. There's this evil warlock who wants to take over the world, see? He's always bantering back and forth with this beautiful vampiress who also happens to be evil. But, complications arise when her personal agenda crosses with his. Then there's an assortment of other characters like an artificial man and an ex-vampire. He shrugged condescendingly. "That's all we've come up with so far."
As an afterthought, Margie handed Diabolos a script picturesquely dabbed with goo from top to bottom.
Abruptly, Ross rapped his pencil across the pages, as Big D picked scanned them.
"Well, what do you think?" He asked snidely.
A broad smile crossed the Devil's lips as he shook his head complacently. "This is easy. Just write in a gang bang scene!"
Margie, in mid gulp, sprayed the two of them with her coffee.
Ross gave Diabolos a mock punch in the arm as he chuckled. "Yeah very funny!"
The Big D looked at him…hard. "I'm dead serious!"
He sat on the edge of his chair, sharp eyes popping out. "We can't do that man! This is primetime! Half the little kids in America run home right after school to see this show!"
Diabolos bit the side of his lip. This guy's obviously way too uptight. And what's with the bird? He wondered. She had to have been the most orally fixated person he'd ever seen. Her huge donut lips were like the nozzle to a massive vacuum cleaner that sucked, munched, smoked and drank one substance after another. Mercifully, she hadn't uttered a word since he'd arrived. (Unless burping and farting were considered communication) He could only imagine what foul noises could potentially come out of her trap. And those eyes! Second to her mouth, they were the most disturbing! Despite her ample brunette, gray cob webbed hair; her enormous bug eyes were devoid of lashes or brows. They looked like glazed, staring pools lacking pigment. Hell has nothing on her! He thought grimly.
"Alright," he conceded, looking for a general consensus amongst the team members. "How about a little S & M then?"
Margie nodded, silently giving her approval. Oh yes, M & M's! That's what I'm in the mood for now. She thought to herself.
To be continued...