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Go compete for Emily Watson's affections.
You walk up to Ellen Degeneres and Emily Watson. They're chatting away, oblivious to your presence. "Hey Emily," you say, finally."What do you want, jerk?" says Ellen.
Did you rape her dog or something? You're pretty sure you didn't. She just must not like your movies. You know how to deal with that type. "Talk to the hand," you say, not putting forth the effort to raise your hand all the way before dropping it to your side. To Emily, you smile. "You're a very pretty woman." You dashingly cock your head to the side. "You looked younger in the Harry Potter movies, though."
Ellen gasps, and Emily's smile falters for a second. "Thank you," she says hesitantly.
Ellen rudely butts in. "Emily, you don't have to listen to this. Let's go somewhere with fewer ignorant pricks around." Emily looks between the two of you, pursing her lips in indecision.This story node Copyright 2010 by The Inprisoner.Edit this node | Talk about this node (0 posts)Go up a node