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|Chapter Five: Interlude One What the Hell is Going On?|
-What the hell is going on?
-Mark is interviewing the Rattler.
-Since when did my interrogation room become the fucking Biography channel?
-Hey! The Biography Channel is a good channel.
-I could give a ratís ass how you program your TiVo Stevens. What I want to know is what the fuck OíReilly thinks heís doing?
-Look, Rattler - Tessier - here came in and said that he has information about a criminal conspiracy in progress.
-Sounds to me like heís telling you his life and times.
-Well, he is taking his damn time getting to the point, but he is pretty entertaining.
-Oh, I see, regular police work bores you does it?
-Come on Captain, you know that itís C and F night. Itís the slowest god damn night of the year.
-Followed by the busiest morning.
-Sure, but in the meantime there isnít much that we can do but wait, so we can afford to be a little patient. Besides, it is the Rattler.
-So what if heís some local celebrity?
-Local? Captain, this guy headlined shows that were watched in hundreds of countries in more than thirty languages. Hell, there was a period where he was concerned the most hated man in the world.
-Iím pretty sure that W took his spot there. All right, Iíll let this go for a while, but Iíll want this wrapped up way before midnight.
-No problem, Captain. Look, if Mark stops making progress, I was always planning to barge in and short-circuit this thing.
-Fine, and maybe you can find out one thing for me.
-If this is CNF night, the biggest wrestling night of the year, why the hell is a wrestler in my interrogation room rather than at the show?
-Thatís actually a good fucking question.
Next: Chapter Six: "Wrestling is a Disease"
(edited by Llakor on 8.11.04 0200)
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Awesome stuff. That's just great! Seriously glad to see it back again, and hope to see more of the lines in the future.
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