So, here we go. Noah, a friend of mine that I work with, was the leader of the rest of the people I work with, myself included, in an assault on Hollywood. There was this one, central boulevard, upon which there were dozens upon dozens of clubs. These clubs are regularly visited by Hollywood's elite, and for whatever reason, Noah had had enough of it. At the time our little troop took position at the far end of the boulevard it was late, and the clubs' patrons were spilling out into the street, hailing cabs and getting into waiting limosines. Noah raised his right hand slowy, and as it reached the apex of its climb, Noah shouted aloud, "SHOGUNS!" With that battle command now cried, we stampeded down the street. Noah led the charge, straight down the double yellow line that defined the middle of the road, with Aaron no more than ten steps behind him. Chris scrubbed his way up the length of the sidewalk on the right, and I the sidewalk on the left. By the time we reached the little huddled mass of emptying clubs, each of us withdrew very long, very white, and yet paper thin swords, and began taking down celebrities. The slaughter was clean and swift, every cut fatal, and every cut swift. Just as a reached Club Mecca, a club with a black front facade or cubist design, I stopped dead in my tracks. Bonnie Hunt, a woman that's spent her career mastering the sidekick and supporting actress roles, exits the club into the midst of mass hysteria. As soon as I recognized who she was, stepping over the freshly laid mounds of the bleeding dead, I stopped, moved her up against the wall of the club, and shielded her with my body from the flying aftermath of Aaron's bloody fury. "Bonnie Hunt! Wow! What a pleasure meeting you," I shouted at her. "I can't believe it. Bonnie Hunt. As I live and breath. I'm such a huge fan." She was stunned, and knew not what was reall happening, and just nervously smiled at a large man with blooded striped across his face and a massive yet amazingly thin sword dragged behind him. "Bonnie, can I call you Bonnie? Bonnie, I'm going to let you go free." I walked up to a cab that was pinned in between fallen celebrities and a van. Opening the door, I leaned in and told the cabbie to drive over the bodies, and to get Bonnie Hunt out of the area. I led Bonnine in by the hand, shut the door caringly behind her, and waved as she was driven off. Then, as if a light in my head suddenly switched on again, I reacquainted myself with the purpose of the blade in my hand, and returned to my duties. |
