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Post by ap on Nov 29, 2010 15:40:27 GMT -4
AP stands behind the bar, checking up on the business before dinner service starts. As he fiddles with the computer register system, he holds his phone to his ear. He waits for an answer and becomes increasingly annoyed with each ring. The call goes to voicemail and AP stops fidgeting with the comp.
Mr. AP: Emma! Pick up your phone, home girl! Look... I don't know what that was last week, but your stupid pack of brainless follower wannabes cost me my title! I want it back, Emma! Make the match... me versus Tony, the LAST and FINAL title match between the two of us. And this time, when the goons come out, make sure they do their job! I WILL win. RESPECT THAT!
AP presses end and puts the phone back in his pocket and resumes checking on his business.
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