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TheoElDio: All right jerks, I've got my leather jacket, I've got on my skinny jeans, let's do this thang. |
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TheoElDio: Jason. Jay Bay. My boy. MY BOY. |
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TheBayBoy: hello |
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TheoElDio: $60 mil keeps you in uniform for another four years. Perfect, boom, sign right here, here's a pen made out of TITANIUM, and, uh |
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TheBayBoy: /leans back in chair; whispers into half-opened storage closet |
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TheBayBoy: No thank you! /starts to get up to leave |
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TheoElDio: Wait, hold on a second? What did you just do? With the... /makes wild finger gestures in direction of closet |
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TheBayBoy: what, nothing |
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TheoElDio: No, it was something, you leaned back in your chair and talked into that broom closet and ... |
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TheBayBoy: No I didn't! |
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TheoElDio: Frank and BEANS! Help me out here, bro! |
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FranconaBun: We all saw you, Jason, and the 38 people on the roster who look exactly like you are all in the other room, so we KNOW it was you. Fess up. |
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TheBayBoy: ... all right, you got me. I was talking to my agent. My agent is in the closet. |
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TheoElDio: An agent? Well bring him out here! We can get down to BRASS TACKS. Play a little HARDBALL. Put our NUTS TO THE GROUND if you know what I'm saying |
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TheBayBoy: I... I can't do that. |
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FranconaBun: oh no, did you just mean your agent was gay when you said that |
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TheoElDio: That's not a problem either. Hey, we're a tolerant team - we let Clay Buchholz stay on the roster, don't we? |
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TheBayBoy: It's not that either, it's just... uh, how do I say this... |
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TheBayBoy: My agent is basically the scariest looking human being to ever walk the Earth. If you looked directly at his face I'm pretty sure you would sh** your pants and die. |
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TheBayBoy: and then I'm in here with him and a room of dead bodies, and I don't really feel like watching him strip your flesh and eat your bones today |
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TheoElDio: C'mon, you've got to be kidding. |
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TheBayBoy: No, it's true. He's going to sprout bats wings and hold your eyeballs in front of his eyes as though they were his eyes |
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TheoElDio: Jay Bay, c'mon now, I think I can heh heh handle looking at an ugly guy. How bout you, Frank? You okay looking at a real stinker? |
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FranconaBun: sure, I gotta look at Boof Bonser all the time now |
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TheoElDio: Then it's settled. Bring him on out, and let's iron this out. |
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TheBayBoy: well... okay... /wanders into closet, begins loosening shackles
/tosses humorously oversized padlock into room
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**Online Host**
UrbonMyth has entered the chatroom, landing on two feet but resting on four. |
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UrbonMyth: HELLO |
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FranconaBun: AHHHHHHHHH |
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TheoElDio: AHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHH |
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FranconaBun: AHHHHHHHHH |
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UrbonMyth: WE DO NOT AGREE WITH YOUR EVALUATION OF THE PLAYER |
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TheoElDio: AHHHHH JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS HAPPENING |
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FranconaBun: WHY IS YOUR AGENT A CLAY AIKEN CHUD BABY |
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TheBayBoy: He's very good! |
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UrbonMyth: FRANKLY WE HAVE OTHER OFFERS ON THE TABLE THAT ARE OF GREATER INTEREST TO hissssssssss |
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UrbonMyth: TO JASON |
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FranconaBun: Oh great, we know what that means. |
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WinBenSteinsBrenner: /taps fingertips together excitedly |
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TheBayBoy: Uh, well it's actually more like... |
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WilponDeReplay: /drinks standing water from half-filled trash can
/falls into trash can
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TheBayBoy: but still |
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UrbonMyth: /unhinges jawbone to drain ursine fluids |
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TheoElDio: oh, oh god I don't even care anymore just, just get out of here /shields eyes |
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TheBayBoy: okay guys, well, it was great playing in Boston, I had a- |
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FranconaBun: NOBODY REALLY CARES ABOUT YOU JUST LEAVE |
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**Online Host**
TheBayBoy has ridden UrbonMyth out of the chatroom. |
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FranconaBun: What are we supposed to do in left field now? |
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TheoElDio: does Matt Holliday's agent look like something Kratos should be stabbing in the eyeball with a horn? |
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FranconaBun: no |
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TheoElDio: great, give Matt Holliday 400 million dollars, who gives a sh** |