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 Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 7:59 pm
Bigby Wolf Ms. Walker. Can anyone verify your location on the afternoon in question? At the mansion? No, not unless somebody has secretly tabbed my room. But my hair stylist and and manicurist can confirm my whereabouts while with them. As for the Bistro, just check the security tapes... no, wait! Scratch that. I was in Remy's office which doesn't have cameras. I went in there to watch tv, but wound up playing on the internet. I remember now. Bigby, friend to friend, please don't tell me you think I did it?
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 8:00 pm
Cpl James Howlett *Simply laughs at that* Bigby, I was runnin' with the Big Bad Wolfs before your grandpa had gotten out of diapers. But, go on. I wanna see how this all plays out. *Reaches behind him to get his beer and take a sip, a cloud of smoke following his fingers which held his cigar stub* My grandpa didn't have diapers. He was a wolf. And I didn't have one on my father's side. The North Wind doesn't have any ancestors.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 8:00 pm
Cpl James Howlett Kal-L *Very quietly puts up posters for his new vodka brand so as not to disturb Bigby.* *Notices the alcohal advertisement. Attention has been gathered. Russian liquor was always CLOSE to getting him buzzed.*
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 8:01 pm
Patsy Walker Bigby Wolf Ms. Walker. Can anyone verify your location on the afternoon in question? At the mansion? No, not unless somebody has secretly tabbed my room. But my hair stylist and and manicurist can confirm my whereabouts while with them. As for the Bistro, just check the security tapes... no, wait! Scratch that. I was in Remy's office which doesn't have cameras. I went in there to watch tv, but wound up playing on the internet. I remember now. Bigby, friend to friend, please don't tell me you think I did it? Ms. Walker, I certainly hope not. But I've come to find that everyone has a dark side. If you can provide me with names and numbers of your alibis, I would appreciate it. One last question...what exactly does your Hellsight do? Does it leave any residual energy traces when used?
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 8:05 pm
*Shakes his head at the Commi-Supes* No, no, no, bub. You ain't waistin' my time. I think I could handle a few mug shots for a good liquor. Make you a deal... Gim'mie a bottle to try, and if I start to get light headed, then I'll hit you up on that.
...And might even suggest going and trying to sell it off as a new jet liner fuel source.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 8:06 pm
*Gives Howlett the red glass bottle with the clear embossing of his Soviet Superman logo.*
Bottoms down, as the Americans say.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 8:09 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 8:10 pm
Kal-L *Gives Howlett the red glass bottle with the clear embossing of his Soviet Superman logo.*
Bottoms down, as the Americans say. Actually, it's bottoms up. But works well enough. *Pucks up the bottle and uncorks it, giving it a sniff--* eek gonk COUGHCOUGH UGH! Oh, s**t... *Coughs a little more and shakes his head blinking* Christ, Commi... This s**t's lethal... *After shaking his head clear for the moment, he sealed the bottle to his lips and tipped back. Chug, chug, chug...*
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 8:11 pm
Takes napkin and puts it in a pocket in his coat.
Thanks. That's four interviews down, 7 to go...
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 8:20 pm
This man can drink hard liquor like water, yet he is shorter than Linda. Nevermind, he's more popular than a kryptonite salesman at Luthor's white house.
*Kal smiles and produces a contract for Howlett to sign stipulating that he does three photoshoots, a tv commercial, and two public appearances a year in exchange for a case of vodka per week for the duration of the contract.*
I take it you enjoy the product?
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 8:30 pm
*After the last bubble of Vodka droping into his gullet, he slammed the bottle down and shook his head* WHooooo, dyaaaaaamn! *A few more violent coughs, he sniffed, wiping his eyes which had started to water* Oh, man... Man... You have got yerself a flamin' deal! *His head shook again, and he blinked his eyes* Whoa, damn... Let me see the paper and pen, jus' remember the name's Logan, not Howlett, and I'll do what ever I gotta do to get a crate of this stuff.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 8:34 pm
Hi dad. Whatcha drinking?
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 8:36 pm
Oh I'm sure it won't be any more strenuous than your day job. A few pictures here, a couple comic book conventions there, and maybe a staged fight with Sabretooth along the way.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 8:37 pm
*Glances over at Jamie* Somethin' that would knock yer socks off, kiddo...
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 8:41 pm
Cpl James Howlett *Glances over at Jamie* Somethin' that would knock yer socks off, kiddo...
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