Uh-oh. Blackmail? Time to distract Falc.
::Weirddave sits Falc in a chair and gesturs backstage. Six well muscled, oiled Chippendale dancers come out and surround the chair. The music starts and they start dancing suggestively::
Somebody get Falc another drink!
Sorry, guys, but it IS her party. We can all go over here and talk about manly things. Is it just me, or does one of those dancers look like Chris Farley?
:whispers to Falc it’s that blonde guy the one from the card?: Here’s some dollar bills Falc, have a great time. I’m going to get a beer and watch the show from over here.
Coldie, dpr id I ever tell you guys that I love accents? You two come over here and just talk in my general vicinity, please? Where’s mattk?