The man in the suit looked him up and down slowly. "You could be handling this a little better, Joss," he said coldly. "I mean, you'd think that you'd be used to it by now..."
The men around the table laughed on cue.
"I'm just warning you, it won't be pretty."
"What will happen? Will one of your precious Dolls karate chop me through my cell?" a Mister Smith asked.
"I hope it's that pretty brunette, I'd take a beating from her," Mr. Jones responded, winking slyly at his coworker.
"I'd pay to take a beating from her," Mr. Smith said, laughing. "I almost wish the Dollhouse was real."
Joss scrambled for the right words. "Listen, I know this sounds crazy..."
"I'd say," Mr. Edwards said, "but I suppose that's what we hired you for. Crazy plots and crazy fans. Too bad this one was too insane for even the most devoted of your stalkers."
"It's not all fiction," Joss insisted, "and if you'd listen to me..."
The phone rang, high and shrill.
"Don't pick it up," Joss warned.
Mr. Smith rolled his eyes and reached for it, putting it to his ear.
There was a high pitched noise and some crackling.
Time seemed to slow down. Smith's fingers went limp, dropping the phone. It clattered to the ground, bouncing from end to end. His face was blank, his eyes wide in confusion.
"Did I fall asleep?" He asked.
The execs looked at him in bemusement.
"Is this some sort of joke?" Mr. Edwards asked.
"Wait... is that one of the lines from the show... The genius says it or something..." Mr. Jones said. "Is this some sort of stunt?"
The phone was still on, and from it a voice came, crisp, clear, and very, very British.
"There are three flowers in a vase," she said.
Joss chose this moment to exit, slipping out of the double doors.
"The third flower is green."
Mr. Smith's eyes narrowed and his hands came up in defense.
From inside Joss heard cries of anguish. There was a crack and a crash. Someone was flung into the door he just closed.
Joss shook his head. "Oh, Adelle, you just didn't handle the cancellation well, did you?"
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Date: 2009-11-14 06:27 am (UTC)The man in the suit looked him up and down slowly. "You could be handling this a little better, Joss," he said coldly. "I mean, you'd think that you'd be used to it by now..."
The men around the table laughed on cue.
"I'm just warning you, it won't be pretty."
"What will happen? Will one of your precious Dolls karate chop me through my cell?" a Mister Smith asked.
"I hope it's that pretty brunette, I'd take a beating from her," Mr. Jones responded, winking slyly at his coworker.
"I'd pay to take a beating from her," Mr. Smith said, laughing. "I almost wish the Dollhouse was real."
Joss scrambled for the right words. "Listen, I know this sounds crazy..."
"I'd say," Mr. Edwards said, "but I suppose that's what we hired you for. Crazy plots and crazy fans. Too bad this one was too insane for even the most devoted of your stalkers."
"It's not all fiction," Joss insisted, "and if you'd listen to me..."
The phone rang, high and shrill.
"Don't pick it up," Joss warned.
Mr. Smith rolled his eyes and reached for it, putting it to his ear.
There was a high pitched noise and some crackling.
Time seemed to slow down. Smith's fingers went limp, dropping the phone. It clattered to the ground, bouncing from end to end. His face was blank, his eyes wide in confusion.
"Did I fall asleep?" He asked.
The execs looked at him in bemusement.
"Is this some sort of joke?" Mr. Edwards asked.
"Wait... is that one of the lines from the show... The genius says it or something..." Mr. Jones said. "Is this some sort of stunt?"
The phone was still on, and from it a voice came, crisp, clear, and very, very British.
"There are three flowers in a vase," she said.
Joss chose this moment to exit, slipping out of the double doors.
"The third flower is green."
Mr. Smith's eyes narrowed and his hands came up in defense.
From inside Joss heard cries of anguish. There was a crack and a crash. Someone was flung into the door he just closed.
Joss shook his head. "Oh, Adelle, you just didn't handle the cancellation well, did you?"