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skygiantsFun Things To Do When Governator Arnold Schwarzenegger and his Bevy of Bodyguards Have Unexpectedly Invaded Your Theater:
1. Quite by chance, choose that day to wear your black cargo pants and giant scary stompy boots.
2. Attempt to bribe the security guard on standby outside the theater with your container of cookies for tea break.
3. Get your bag caught on the fire alarm as you walk by it, so that when the security guard stops by to investigate who you are and what you are doing there, you get the gleeful task of explaining why you are apparently pulling on the fire alarm.
4. Announce "He's only an actor! And we've all seen him in his underwear anyways!" at the precise moment that Arnold Schwarzenegger and his troupe pass by the very large, very open windows.
5. Gather around the unnervingly realistic prop decomposing corpse and practice your best horror film ingenue screams.
6. Get all the security guard costumes out from storage and distribute them to costume shop workers to wear for the day.
7. Make the security guard outside the costume shop seam-rip the twelve feet of ruffle that you would otherwise be forced to remove from a petticoat yourself, on the pretext that a seam-ripper is a dangerous weapon to have in the hands of unauthorized persons while the Governor is giving a speech in the next room.
(Note: #5, 6 and 7 were discussed among the shop workers, but not carried out, because none of us actually want to be arrested. Although we were tempted to try anyways in the case of #7, because: twelve feet of seam-ripping. For bonus points, figure out which of the first four Becca actually did herself!)
1. Quite by chance, choose that day to wear your black cargo pants and giant scary stompy boots.
2. Attempt to bribe the security guard on standby outside the theater with your container of cookies for tea break.
3. Get your bag caught on the fire alarm as you walk by it, so that when the security guard stops by to investigate who you are and what you are doing there, you get the gleeful task of explaining why you are apparently pulling on the fire alarm.
4. Announce "He's only an actor! And we've all seen him in his underwear anyways!" at the precise moment that Arnold Schwarzenegger and his troupe pass by the very large, very open windows.
5. Gather around the unnervingly realistic prop decomposing corpse and practice your best horror film ingenue screams.
6. Get all the security guard costumes out from storage and distribute them to costume shop workers to wear for the day.
7. Make the security guard outside the costume shop seam-rip the twelve feet of ruffle that you would otherwise be forced to remove from a petticoat yourself, on the pretext that a seam-ripper is a dangerous weapon to have in the hands of unauthorized persons while the Governor is giving a speech in the next room.
(Note: #5, 6 and 7 were discussed among the shop workers, but not carried out, because none of us actually want to be arrested. Although we were tempted to try anyways in the case of #7, because: twelve feet of seam-ripping. For bonus points, figure out which of the first four Becca actually did herself!)
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Date: 2006-11-16 02:38 am (UTC)I would have ripped the twelve feet of ruffle! *LOVES SEAM RIPPING!!!*
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Date: 2006-11-16 02:44 am (UTC)I WISH YOU HAD BEEN THERE. *does not mind seam-ripping, but does mind twelve feet of it*
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Date: 2006-11-16 02:48 am (UTC)Um . . . #3 and #4!
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Date: 2006-11-16 04:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 04:54 am (UTC)And apparently there was a summit here on technological innovations, etc., that he just kind of invited himself to, and proceeded to give a speech at. Hence the unexpectedness.
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Date: 2006-11-16 08:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 03:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 08:39 pm (UTC)Not . . . that they're wrong . . .
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Date: 2006-11-16 03:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 08:40 pm (UTC)#4 was my boss and not me, for once; however, I am just lucky that he wasn't walking by at the moment that I was discussing the feasibility of bludgeoning someone to death with a prop gun.
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Date: 2006-11-17 12:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-17 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 04:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 08:38 pm (UTC)The sad thing is that I have never worn my stompy boots to work before, because stompy boots + industrial sewing machines /= good combination. But today I thought, 'well, it's all buttons and things, I'll be fine!'
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Date: 2006-11-16 05:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 08:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 09:05 am (UTC)1 and 3. yep, totally things i would have done.
(this message typed three times courtesy of the cat that likes to stand on the delete key)
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Date: 2006-11-16 08:37 pm (UTC)So does the cat! Who was clearly an important contributor. *pats it*
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Date: 2006-11-16 04:01 pm (UTC)I am so disappointed! ;_;
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Date: 2006-11-16 08:35 pm (UTC)He wanted his moment in sun!
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Date: 2006-11-16 04:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 08:36 pm (UTC)