Scott takes a deep breath, and begins his long and drawn out apology:
Look into my eyes... Can you see my soul dyin’? I’m tryin’ like
Tom Hanks in ‘Saving Private Ryan’ To say sorry for my
in- -discretions but I gotta keep it rhymin ’ Brain implants and they
say there's a slim chance
I won't stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanz' I’m all
about love, Josh hates Romance So he’s cryin’ when I try an’ get in
his pants I’m sorry - I mean it I said it - you seen it.
You
look at Seeker and shrug. You both accept the apology. “So you think I
gotta chance at next weeks battle?” Scott asks hopefully.
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Be truthful: NO.
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Lie: YES.
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