Possibly Game Hunting.

[hidesinhiswork]

No. Uh uh. Absolutely not. I refuse. If you drag me off to...what do you call them? A game? If you drag me off to a game, who's going to make sure Roger eats like he's supposed to and takes his AZT? Maureen? Benny? Collins? They all have their own lives.


Besides, I've heard about some of these so called "games." Hell no.

[you're a big baby, mark]

Comments

[thefiresout]

[Have a look of utter disbelief here.]

Don't tell me that's where you're getting sent?

[hidesinhiswork]

I don't think she even knows where she's sending me. She says that she's shopping, which sounds a lot more ominous to me than a prison barge or deep space.

[thefiresout]

There's always the pirate one. Mark Cohen the pirate. [chuckling]

...mine had me at the goddamn Hotel California for a little while. Didn't work out, thank God.

[hidesinhiswork]

...There's a pirate one?

And now the mun is interested. Oh dear God, this is going to be horrifying.

[thefiresout]

Sure is. Pirate ships, treasure, Davy Jones, the whole nine yards. And you'd be seasick for a week straight, or you'd drop your camera in the ocean. Disaster in the making.

[hidesinhiswork]

I might not be! [Oh, he sounds so very defensive!] I might be a pretty awesome pirate!

[thefiresout]

[He smiles a little] Or you'd at least get some good footage out of it, right?