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**Online Host** Welcome to the Oakland Athletics Chatroom! |
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BeanesTalk: /does whatever it is people do in the Athletics Front Office
/leaves people on base
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Jack: excuse me, sir, could I speak with you for a moment? |
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BeanesTalk: Of course... saaay, we don't take kindly to those hats in these parts! Heh! |
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Jack: Oh I'm sorry sir /takes off hat, holds it against chest
please don't be sore
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BeanesTalk: No, no, I'm not that Billy Bean, I'm the other one. What can I do for you? |
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Jack: Well, y'see sir, my organization hurtin' for pitchin' help, and muh big brother Tim Lincecum's working his fingers to the bone to support us! |
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Jack: Maw sent me out with our last eight million dollars an I'm spost t'come back with a pitcher, but I don't know where to find one! |
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Jack: I walked all the way here from San Francisco an I'd be awful grateful if you'n help me out! |
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BeanesTalk: If you'd come to me a few years ago I could've helped, but I'm all out of pitchers myself! Unless you're interested in, like, Gio Gonzalez |
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Jack: Interested in'im? I don't even know how to pronounce his name! |
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BeanesTalk: I don't know how to say his name either, but "Guy-O" is the funnier pronunciation, so I mean |
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BeanesTalk: You seem like a nice guy, Jack, so here's what I'm going to do... instead of giving you a lousy pitcher, I'm going to give you this sack of magic beans! And it'll only cost you... oh, let's say, eight million dollars? |
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Jack: oh awesome I have just enough |
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BeanesTalk: If you plant these magic beans, a laborous parody of "Jack and the Beanstalk" will continue until you've found a pitcher! |
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Jack: weeee that sounds like fun! /scampers off |
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**Online Host** Jack has left the chatroom. |
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BeanesTalk: Now, to use this eight million dollars! Heh heh... |
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BeanesTalk:
/walks onto field /places eight million dollars on second base /leaves field
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**Online Host** Several days later, high above the San Francisco Giants Chatroom... |
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Jack: /hides beneath enormous chair |
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BigJohnson: /stomps around |
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Jack: Hm, if I could just fetch the monster's goose... I could harvest its golden eggs, we'd have enough money to save the franchise! |
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Jack: why, in a hundred years or so we could even sign C.C. Sabathia!
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GoldenGoose: sqwaaaaaakkk |
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BigJohnson: FEE-FI-FO-FUM!
I SMELL THE BLOOD OF A- .... UH.... A GUY FROM... /sniff sniff
Milwaukee?
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Jack: wow, he's good |
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BigJohnson: /scrunches nose
Yech, all I'm smelling is my moustache, that's abysmal. What the hell was I drinking? I need to wash my face, blergh
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BigJohnson: FO-FI-FUM-FEH-
/tears quad /collapses into floor
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**Online Host** Tiny Jack has come face to face with the hideous monster. |
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Jack: uh... heh, hi |
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BigJohnson: hello |
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BigJohnson: say, you wouldn't happen to be from a baseball team, would you |
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Jack: Sure am! I'm here from San Francisco! |
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BigJohnson: You wouldn't need an enormous 45 year old man for small stints during the regular season, would you? You could tell people that I make you a "playoff contender." |
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Jack: There aren't a lot of things the Giants DON'T need! |
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BigJohnson: how much are you going to pay me |
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Jack: eight million dollars worth of beans |
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BigJohnson: woo hoo |
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**Online Host** Meanwhile, in the Things The Giants Don't Need Chatroom! |
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GoldBonds: so what ezactly are you tellin me here |
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LittlePig: I'm not gonna let you in! Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin! |
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GoldBonds: you aint got no hair on ya chin you damn pig let me into your house |
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LittlePig: /shuts door |
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GoldBonds: thats it, im gonna huff and puff an bust your house up |
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GoldBonds: /takes deep breath /holds it for a moment |
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GoldBonds: /exhales normally |
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GoldBonds: /sits down for a minute to catch breath
/makes "call me" gesture
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