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| Episode 9: The Last Beautiful Video Shoot, Part Uno |
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| �2001 by Rebecca J. Burke & Hashbrown Casserole for the Matchbox Twenty Soul, Inc. |
| Karl rushed over and picked up the floundering shark. �Careful, you�ll rip a fin!!!� �Oh, thanks dude! This is so COOL! Hehehe�I�m the dude from Jaws! I�m�the SHARK! YEAH!!!� Adam babbled, and he zoomed across the hall to make-up. �Ah, at least one of them is pleased,� Karl sighed, straightening up the items on the card table. The room then became abnormally silent, and like a scene out of a horror film, a shadow fell across Karl�s path. His eyes went wide, and his mouth formed an �O� in a silent scream, as the shrimp flew at him. Rather, as Paul flew at him. Correction. As Paul dressed as a shrimp flew at him. �I�DO�NOT�APPRECIATE�BEING MADE INTO YOUR IDEA OF A JOKE!� Paul cried, strangling poor Karl, as they now both wrestled on the floor. �But�Mister�Doucette�being a fresh-water prawn is like being the king of the sea,� Karl managed to say in response, turning purple from the lack of air. �Please�sir�besides, you�ll have the largest part�� Paul let go and sat up. �The largest part, you say?� Karl coughed and brushed himself off as he stood up. �Ah, yes, as I understand, you�ll be the focus of this video.� He then ran for his office, scared of their reactions to what was to come. �Heh�what�s his problem?� Paul thought, managing to stand up on his own. �Time for the star to be made pretty,� he said aloud, putting his ghettotude back on, and strutted across the hall. The group sat silently in the make-up room letting the artist do her thing, afraid if one said something, another would make fun of their appearance. Finally, Kyle spoke up. �This�this is ridiculous! Guys, we can�t let this woman do this to us!� �That banana is a crime, man,� Paul snickered. �Oh, look at the little talking shrimp man. The little shrimp man can talk! Oooh oooh oooh!� Kyle mocked at him with his best Homer Simpson voice. �Can you do a little dance, little talking shrimp man?� �Yo, I�m gonna do the ass kicking dance in a minute,� Paul threatened, getting out of his chair. �HEY. Chill. Paul, sit. Kyle, can it.� Rob said, glaring at the both of them. �We decided to let someone take over the vision of this video since we screwed up �Mad Season,� and this is what she came up with. She�s a professional, won lots of awards, so we�ve got to trust her.� |