RE: SeaWyrm's Talon Exercises
11-18-2012, 10:57 PM
"Alright, bro, let's get litigious!"
"No, I don't think so."
"What?"
Sean frowned seriously and shook his head. "We don't have a case," he said. "There's no evidence. I lost my copy of the form, and they'll just destroy theirs - or worse, doctor it!"
"No way, man!"
"'Fraid so. If we want to get revenge, it'll have to be in a... different court." Sean wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"You mean...?"
"Yeah, that's right - Basketball!"
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The day of the big match came with surprising swiftness. Sean and Alex trained hard by playing basketball-themed videogames. Ihaytyoo Corp held tryouts and assembled a team of their best marketers to turn the match into a publicity stunt. News crews were informed, but decided there were more interesting things to cover than this nonsense, so they had to be bribed. A blimp was flown in for no particular reason.
Then, it was time.
Sean and Alex stepped into the stadium, blinking up at the lights around them. The seats were filled - mostly with those inflatable wavy arm things that card dealerships use to attract customers and distract people while they're driving so they'll crash and therefore require a new car. Sean and Alex's mom sat somewhere in the back with a vuvuzela.
The opposing team entered the field. It was a team of gray-suited lawyers. They had not been briefed on the situation, and felt very confused. They'd only come equipped to pay off the judge, not to play basketball.
Still, there were seven of them and only two members on the other team. Besides, if things went poorly, they could always pay off the referee.
Ten minutes into the game, Sean and Alex were six points ahead, but the lawyers were gaining an advantage by arguing so tediously over the rules that the referee (who turned out to want more money than the lawyers had) was starting to award them points just to shut them up.
It was then, under the bright lights, staring up at the waving audience, listening to the silence broken only by the forlorn and distant buzzing of his mother's vuvuzela, that Sean had his brilliant idea.
He called Alex over, and the two went into a huddle. A lawyer came over and tried to eavesdrop, but the brothers were speaking in a shared language they'd invented when they were six years old.
---15 Mins---
"No, I don't think so."
"What?"
Sean frowned seriously and shook his head. "We don't have a case," he said. "There's no evidence. I lost my copy of the form, and they'll just destroy theirs - or worse, doctor it!"
"No way, man!"
"'Fraid so. If we want to get revenge, it'll have to be in a... different court." Sean wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"You mean...?"
"Yeah, that's right - Basketball!"
-----
The day of the big match came with surprising swiftness. Sean and Alex trained hard by playing basketball-themed videogames. Ihaytyoo Corp held tryouts and assembled a team of their best marketers to turn the match into a publicity stunt. News crews were informed, but decided there were more interesting things to cover than this nonsense, so they had to be bribed. A blimp was flown in for no particular reason.
Then, it was time.
Sean and Alex stepped into the stadium, blinking up at the lights around them. The seats were filled - mostly with those inflatable wavy arm things that card dealerships use to attract customers and distract people while they're driving so they'll crash and therefore require a new car. Sean and Alex's mom sat somewhere in the back with a vuvuzela.
The opposing team entered the field. It was a team of gray-suited lawyers. They had not been briefed on the situation, and felt very confused. They'd only come equipped to pay off the judge, not to play basketball.
Still, there were seven of them and only two members on the other team. Besides, if things went poorly, they could always pay off the referee.
Ten minutes into the game, Sean and Alex were six points ahead, but the lawyers were gaining an advantage by arguing so tediously over the rules that the referee (who turned out to want more money than the lawyers had) was starting to award them points just to shut them up.
It was then, under the bright lights, staring up at the waving audience, listening to the silence broken only by the forlorn and distant buzzing of his mother's vuvuzela, that Sean had his brilliant idea.
He called Alex over, and the two went into a huddle. A lawyer came over and tried to eavesdrop, but the brothers were speaking in a shared language they'd invented when they were six years old.
---15 Mins---