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Post by rupert on Mar 22, 2010 3:19:48 GMT -5
"That's correct folks, the Big 'G' is up in this Hizzy! Put your motherbeeping hands in the air and give it up for Big 'G'!"
Giles glares daggers at Andrew and roughly takes the microphone from the young man's hands.
"Yes, well, I'm sure we all thank you for that Andrew," he begins before turning his attention back to the matter at hand. "Hello, my name is Rupert Giles and I will now be joining you... interesting people here in... wherever this is. As such, if you would like to get together for whatever purpose, simply leave me a note saying as much."
Giles walks over to the side of the stage where a note pad and pen lay on a small podium-like table and lays a hand on top of it to indicate that this is where the notes should be written and left.
"Thank you and I hope to accomplish... whatever it is that we are meant to accomplish."
Walking back to the middle of the stage, Giles replaces the microphone into the stand and then wanders off.
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