Fun(nel)
Sparkles's secretary (who looks exactly like Kate Winslet minus the chub, plus the legs): Sir, Billy Mitchell is on line two.
Spark: Who?
Sec: Billy Mitchell.
Sp: I don't know a Billy Mitchell.
Se: Well, sir, he says he knows you. He told me...
Billy Mitchell: Listen, Forbes, you know exactly who I am, so don't play dumb.
S: THE Billy Mitchell?
William "Mitchy" Mitchell: Knock it off. You better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force. Blast you with a .45 colt, make you summersault.
s: Oh, the Pac-Man guy.
Mitch: S'right.
e: You're amazing.
Billy Mitchell: I'm okay, I guess.
o: Hey, have you ever thought about not being such a reclusive douchebag? I mean, it works for JD Salinger, but, sorry Mitchy, no one really cares about you. Nor your hot sauce. And those ties suck balls. Are you a Scientologist?
Billy: A what?
i: Maybe I spelled it worng.
n: Anyway, have you beaten Contra 4 yet?
Bill: I beat it the day I got it, asshole.
f: Beat Nanostray 2?
Bi: Matter of time. I could shoot the Sphinx's nose out of Napoleon's hand.
o: Hold on, what?
B: I'm on some bullshit, don't worry about it.
r: Yeah, I know how it is. By the way, the Internet hates you. King of Kong crucified you.
b: Well, what can you do?
b: Not much, I guess. Still, isn't there some pride at stake?
What's at stake now?
I dunno, you called me.
[Click]
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