Post by zybala on Feb 7, 2020 6:21:30 GMT -6
: The scene opens up in the rarely seen front of the Outsiders Arena. There is a handicapped ramp leading from the driveway to the front door. We can see the OCW/Outsiders X Factor champion "Lord of Dashing" Allton in his wheelchair. Standing behind his chair is one of his aides, Bill. Bill is carrying Allton’s X-Factor Championship and Allton makes his way into the ‘Arena’ door. Allton is dressed in one of his favourite suits. He smirks as he sees Zybala walking through the door. :
Allton: Well well well… if it isn’t our **cough** illustrious leader! To what do I owe the pleasure?
: Allton leans forward, bowing. Bill looks at Zybala in apology. Zybala smiles with a shrug. He expected this. He turns his attention to Allton. :
Zybala: Well, I know that you saw that we were going to call you back for the contract signing and you flew back to the States, making you waste your time and time with your family. I felt bad, so while you are here, I figured that I would offer you a roast beef dinner like you had planned with your family and offer a night here in the main house of Outsiders. All the downstairs rooms are wheelchair accessible and we have rails installed in the bathroom. It may not seem like it, but I try to cater to everyone of my employees' needs.
: Allton smirks. :
Allton: Well I must admit this is better - a little respect for your X-Factor Champion. But…
: Allton furrows his brow… :
Allton: While the rest of people with disabilities that are on this planet are quite frankly idiots, I Mr. Zybala… am no fool. Now… what’s the catch? I fail to believe that you are laying on this meal out of the goodness of your heart. I assume that since you emailed me concerning a contract signing, that it concerns a contract signing.
: Allton crosses his arms staring at Zybala, waiting for a response. :
Zybala: The contract signing at the next Dystopia between you and Uber-Man for the Outsiders title. Granted that will be towards the end of the month, but by the time I heard that you were on the way back, it was too late to warn you. I realize that my email to you was vague on the date, and that is one hundred percent my fault. Hence the meal and board. Plus reimbursement on your flight cost. And not to toot my own horn, but I feel I'm a pretty decent cook. Any food allergies that I should know of??
: Allton smiles wearily. :
Allton: No. There isn’t.
Bill: Er… Thank-you Mr. Zybala. This is very nice of you.
: Allton turns his attention away from Zybala and glares back at Bill who is still standing behind him. :
Allton: Yes.
: Allton looks back at Zybala. :
Allton: Very nice. I… suppose.
: Allton directs traffic and orders Bill into the dining room, Bill is still not able to walk properly. Before sitting down, Bill moves a chair from under the table so that Allton can drive under. Bill then sits down next to Allton. :
Bill: Mr. Zybala, could I perhaps have a cushion for my back, please? I’m still aching, I’m afraid.
: Allton merely rolls his eyes but doesn’t disallow it. :
**Pennywise: I’m telling you, Rob! It’s a trap**
: Allton shakes his head vigorously. :
**Allton: I KNOW!**
**Pennywise: Then strike before it’s too late!**
: Allton shakes his head again. :
Bill: Er… Are you alright R-
Allton: DON’T you dare use my name!
: Bill shuts up while still looking concerned for his boss’s wellbeing. Zybala has come back from grabbing a pillow. He hands it to Bill, looking at Allton with some concern. :
Allton: Yes. I’m FINE. Get me a pepsi out of my bag on the back… please.
: Bill stands up and retrieves a can of Pepsi. :
Bill: Glass?
Allton: What do I look like? A common, drunken miscreant? OF COURSE I need a glass, Bill! Go and get me one while Zybala and I talk business.
: Bill looks over at Zybala. :
Bill: Um… which way to the kitchen?
Zybala: Allow me. You are both guests here. Plus I have to take the roast out of the oven.
: Zybala walks out of the room and leaves the two men in the dining room. But a moment passes before Zybala reenters the room expertly holding a large bowl of mashed potatoes, another bowl of green beans and a glass with ice. He sets the bowls down and the glass in front of Allton. Before Allton can speak, Zybala is gone from the room once more. He returns quickly with plates and silverware, with a gravy boat balanced on top. He sets everything down with ease and sets up the plates. Allton tries to talk once more but like before Zybala is gone, much to the annoyance of the X Factor champion. Zybala enters once more holding a steaming roast beef on a serving plate with a large knife next to it. It smells divine, though Allton only focuses with concern on the knife. Zybala smiles at his guests. :
Zybala: Gentlemen, bôn appetité. I hope everything will be to your liking. Before I sit and we discuss matters, can I get anyone anything else? I see the champ has his own Pepsi. Bill, can I get you something to drink? Champ? Anything else I can get for you? I know we're supposed to talk business, but I'm half Italian and taking care of my guests is second nature to me.
Bill: No thank-you. It all looks -and smells - wonderful. Could I perhaps have an orange juice?
: Allton grows agitated and bangs his fist on the table in frustration. :
Allton: Look…. Can we PLEASE get to business now that you’ve stopped leaping up and down like fucking Jiminy Cricket?!
: Bill looks at Allton being rude again and Allton rolls his eyes. :
Allton: Please?
: Zybala looks a little flustered at the outburst but let's it go. He looks at Bill and motions to a hallway. :
Zybala: Just take this hallway to the end. That's the kitchen. We should have some O.J. in the fridge. Glasses are in the cabinet to the left of the sink.
: Bill gets up and heads towards the kitchen. Zybala cuts up the roast beef and places a slice on Allton's plate. He then puts some mashed potatoes and green beans on the plate as well then puts it in front of Allton. Zybala makes his own plate and grabs the gravy boat, then pours some of the gravy on his potatoes. He places the boat within reach of Allton then proceeds to sit down. As he cuts up his roast beef, Zybala looks up at Allton. :
Zybala: So, you wanted to talk business. Let's talk business. What's on your mind?
Allton: Look… I hmph… apologise for the outburst but something doesn’t sit well with me. I want to know the REAL reason you’re laying on this… charade. But also I want you to know that come Dystopia 12 you will have a NEW World Champion. I mean… do you honestly believe that Uber-Man is the right calibre of Champion for Outsiders? Is Peter Vaughn? A superhero and a janitor?! You need a Champion that will carry himself with class… with dignity. This federation may be ‘Backyard’, Zybala. But does it need to be gutter trash calibre?
: Allton drinks some Pepsi. :
Allton: With the Lord of Dashing as your Champion people may actually take this seriously. I grew up watching wrestling my entire life Zybala - always being told that there was no way in hell that I could be a wrestler - yet I went ahead and did it anyway. You need someone with such determination as your champion. These things that I have done previously… defeating Cori Haim (in quick fashion I might add), dealing with that waiter… It was all to get your attention to give me my match and now…?
: Allton smiles putting some beef into his mouth. :
Allton: It seems as though I have your attention. Am I wrong? All this, ALL OF IT! Was to make you see just what kind of man you have on your roster. I, Zybala am a go-getter - a shark in a pond. Backyard wrestlers don’t have to be useless. I will turn Outsiders around. That I promise you, and it all starts with the Championship. You might have thought it was a personal attack against you Zybala and you could not be more vulgar or wrong. It was just to make you see that I may not be able to walk but I don’t let anything stop me. Anything. And that is why I am your best candidate. See, I’m not a bad man, Zybala. I’m just well… Ahead of the curve.
: An evil smile brushes over Allton’s face. Zybala politely eats as Allton talks and waits a bit to make sure he was done talking. :
Zybala: I'm not a bad man either. I do appreciate the amount of heart and dedication you have for Outsiders. That's why you're the number one contender. You exemplify exactly what Outsiders is. Being told no your whole life just to say yes and prove it by fighting on. That's why I only wanted homegrown talent and the "jobbers" of other feds. To show the potential of people when the world doesn't give them the chance. Though you did make one mistake…
: Allton looks nervous as he chews the roast beef. :
**Pennywise: He poisoned the food! Kill him before it's too late!!**
: Allton slowly reaches for the knife next to his plate as Zybala continues. :
Zybala: The Outsiders Championship CONTRACT SIGNING will be at Dystopia 12. The match itself….Well that's gonna have to wait until 13 or 14. All depends on how good I can sweet talk Barrows into letting me do a special idea of mine that I think would be great for Dystopia.
: Allton smiles. :
Allton: I’m just trying to make the world see that not everyone in a wheelchair needs to be looked down on and pitied like some homeless street urchin and that some of us are offended by such actions. The contract signing is Dystopia 12. Yes. My… mistake.
: Allton smiles evilly again just as Bill returns from the kitchen, orange juice in hand. :
Allton: Billy! Billy! Sit… sit… sit and enjoy such… fine cuisine.
: Bill looks at Allton’s sudden change in demeanour, confused but happy that Allton is finally smiling for once. :
Allton: Barrows is a shrewd businessman, Mr. Zybala. You need to be more so - oh and turning the lights on and off isn’t my idea of… intimidation. It may scare the likes of GCWA employees but...
: Allton pushes his plate to one side putting his hands together like an evil super villain while smiling again. Zybala looks on curiously. :
Zybala: I do admit that the light thing has run its course. I'm just trying to think of the next route I want to go. Don't want to just be another generic wrestler like those in The A-List. And trust me, I know how savvy Barrows is. I just got to come at him with the right tact and not mention a certain rotund ex wrestler that he's banned. Though you look like you have an idea or two, given the Cheshire Cat grin you have.
: Allton slowly shakes his head. :
Allton: Dylan Thomas? Yes… he used to work for me years ago. Funny how life turns out isn’t it? As did his girlfriend… Anyway I assume you have heard of the Kray twins? The twin criminals that ran London in the 1960s?
Zybala: I have not. Though you have my interest. I've always found stuff like that intriguing…. given my family history.
: Zybala takes another bite of his food as he looks for Allton to continue his tale. :
Allton: They recently did a movie about them ‘Legend’ starring Tom Hardy. ANYWAY my point is thus: Reggie Kray, the older of the two once said that being patient never gets you what you want. I live by that philosophy Zybala hence my…. Recent ...actions. Strong arming, Zybala it works. I mean…. It worked with you, didn’t it?
: Allton smiles. :
Allton: If you want Barrows to listen to you….to take you seriously…. To give US proper air time…. You see where I’m going?
Zybala: I get your drift. Make things sound like suggestions when in reality…
: Zybala grins at Allton in a knowing way. Allton nods. :
Allton: …..And if that doesn’t work, break a few ankles. I have a philosophy, Zybala of my own. ‘Diplomacy is only great as long as it works.’ Sometimes however you just kinda have to MAKE people listen. One way or another.
: Allton grins again. :
Zybala: I don't believe it will come to that. I just need to speak his language… Money. If I can convince him that my idea will make both GCWA and Outsiders cold hard cash, it won't have to come down to violence. Though the other Barrows children may be more helpful if their brother acts like…. a "git?" Am I using that phrase right?
: Allton smiles. :
Allton: Haha ‘git’ isn’t that hardcore but…. Yes. Children can say git. Charming though, look… I’ll be frank… WHEN I become your World Champion, I’ll have the proverbial (and litteral) clout to strong arm who I need to for Outsiders’ best interests. Just let me make a few calls.
: Allton gets out his phone but pauses. :
Allton: Mr… Zybala? Just so we’re clear: You weren’t trying to kill me tonight were you?
: Zybala looks aghast, even agog! There is a trace of hurt in his eyes. He turns to Bill as if to ask if this was a joke. Bill adverts his eyes and continues to eat. Zybala looks back at Allton. :
Zybala: You are an Outsider, good sir. One of my people. One of my CHAMPIONS! I have the ride or die attitude towards all of my wrestlers. I wish harm upon none of you. Why would you have such a notion in your mind?
: Allton smirk. :
Allton: ….Forgive me. I misspoke out of turn.
: Allton, unlike earlier genuinely politely bows his head in apology. :
Allton: It was just a… thought that crossed my mind. Sincerely, I apologise.
: Allton smirks again. :
Allton: Y’know Mr. Zybala… you aren’t so bad. I’m glad we had this chat. Now, pardon me, but could I use the restroom?
: Zybala's face relaxes a bit as the tension of the room eases. He points down the hallway towards the kitchen. :
Zybala: Of course. Just go down the hall, and it's the first door on your left. Any further and you'll be in the kitchen. Let me know how the hand rail works. I had it installed just last week, but haven't tested it yet to see if it could hold weight.
Allton: Thank-you. Bill?
: Allton nods his head for Bill to follow to help him out and the two leave the dining room. Zybala continues to eat as he waits for his guests. :
: Moments later and Allton arrives back closely followed in tow by Bill who sits back down, drinking some orange juice. :
Allton: Thank-you Mr. Zybala - the rails were admittedly extremely satisfactory. My boys will be here in time for Dystopia 12 and then…
: Allton smiles.:
Allton: …….All will be going my way. For now, Mr. Zybala I think I will retire for the evening if you don’t mind.
: Allton yawns. :
Allton: I apologise for my earlier - and previous rudeness. Erm… where am I to sleep?
Zybala: The door across from the bathroom. It's spacious and has two queen size beds for you and Bill. I'll be in the room upstairs. You guys holler if you need anything. Have a good night gentlemen.
: Zybala starts to clean up the leftover food and clearing the dishes as the scene fades to black. :
Allton: Well well well… if it isn’t our **cough** illustrious leader! To what do I owe the pleasure?
: Allton leans forward, bowing. Bill looks at Zybala in apology. Zybala smiles with a shrug. He expected this. He turns his attention to Allton. :
Zybala: Well, I know that you saw that we were going to call you back for the contract signing and you flew back to the States, making you waste your time and time with your family. I felt bad, so while you are here, I figured that I would offer you a roast beef dinner like you had planned with your family and offer a night here in the main house of Outsiders. All the downstairs rooms are wheelchair accessible and we have rails installed in the bathroom. It may not seem like it, but I try to cater to everyone of my employees' needs.
: Allton smirks. :
Allton: Well I must admit this is better - a little respect for your X-Factor Champion. But…
: Allton furrows his brow… :
Allton: While the rest of people with disabilities that are on this planet are quite frankly idiots, I Mr. Zybala… am no fool. Now… what’s the catch? I fail to believe that you are laying on this meal out of the goodness of your heart. I assume that since you emailed me concerning a contract signing, that it concerns a contract signing.
: Allton crosses his arms staring at Zybala, waiting for a response. :
Zybala: The contract signing at the next Dystopia between you and Uber-Man for the Outsiders title. Granted that will be towards the end of the month, but by the time I heard that you were on the way back, it was too late to warn you. I realize that my email to you was vague on the date, and that is one hundred percent my fault. Hence the meal and board. Plus reimbursement on your flight cost. And not to toot my own horn, but I feel I'm a pretty decent cook. Any food allergies that I should know of??
: Allton smiles wearily. :
Allton: No. There isn’t.
Bill: Er… Thank-you Mr. Zybala. This is very nice of you.
: Allton turns his attention away from Zybala and glares back at Bill who is still standing behind him. :
Allton: Yes.
: Allton looks back at Zybala. :
Allton: Very nice. I… suppose.
: Allton directs traffic and orders Bill into the dining room, Bill is still not able to walk properly. Before sitting down, Bill moves a chair from under the table so that Allton can drive under. Bill then sits down next to Allton. :
Bill: Mr. Zybala, could I perhaps have a cushion for my back, please? I’m still aching, I’m afraid.
: Allton merely rolls his eyes but doesn’t disallow it. :
**Pennywise: I’m telling you, Rob! It’s a trap**
: Allton shakes his head vigorously. :
**Allton: I KNOW!**
**Pennywise: Then strike before it’s too late!**
: Allton shakes his head again. :
Bill: Er… Are you alright R-
Allton: DON’T you dare use my name!
: Bill shuts up while still looking concerned for his boss’s wellbeing. Zybala has come back from grabbing a pillow. He hands it to Bill, looking at Allton with some concern. :
Allton: Yes. I’m FINE. Get me a pepsi out of my bag on the back… please.
: Bill stands up and retrieves a can of Pepsi. :
Bill: Glass?
Allton: What do I look like? A common, drunken miscreant? OF COURSE I need a glass, Bill! Go and get me one while Zybala and I talk business.
: Bill looks over at Zybala. :
Bill: Um… which way to the kitchen?
Zybala: Allow me. You are both guests here. Plus I have to take the roast out of the oven.
: Zybala walks out of the room and leaves the two men in the dining room. But a moment passes before Zybala reenters the room expertly holding a large bowl of mashed potatoes, another bowl of green beans and a glass with ice. He sets the bowls down and the glass in front of Allton. Before Allton can speak, Zybala is gone from the room once more. He returns quickly with plates and silverware, with a gravy boat balanced on top. He sets everything down with ease and sets up the plates. Allton tries to talk once more but like before Zybala is gone, much to the annoyance of the X Factor champion. Zybala enters once more holding a steaming roast beef on a serving plate with a large knife next to it. It smells divine, though Allton only focuses with concern on the knife. Zybala smiles at his guests. :
Zybala: Gentlemen, bôn appetité. I hope everything will be to your liking. Before I sit and we discuss matters, can I get anyone anything else? I see the champ has his own Pepsi. Bill, can I get you something to drink? Champ? Anything else I can get for you? I know we're supposed to talk business, but I'm half Italian and taking care of my guests is second nature to me.
Bill: No thank-you. It all looks -and smells - wonderful. Could I perhaps have an orange juice?
: Allton grows agitated and bangs his fist on the table in frustration. :
Allton: Look…. Can we PLEASE get to business now that you’ve stopped leaping up and down like fucking Jiminy Cricket?!
: Bill looks at Allton being rude again and Allton rolls his eyes. :
Allton: Please?
: Zybala looks a little flustered at the outburst but let's it go. He looks at Bill and motions to a hallway. :
Zybala: Just take this hallway to the end. That's the kitchen. We should have some O.J. in the fridge. Glasses are in the cabinet to the left of the sink.
: Bill gets up and heads towards the kitchen. Zybala cuts up the roast beef and places a slice on Allton's plate. He then puts some mashed potatoes and green beans on the plate as well then puts it in front of Allton. Zybala makes his own plate and grabs the gravy boat, then pours some of the gravy on his potatoes. He places the boat within reach of Allton then proceeds to sit down. As he cuts up his roast beef, Zybala looks up at Allton. :
Zybala: So, you wanted to talk business. Let's talk business. What's on your mind?
Allton: Look… I hmph… apologise for the outburst but something doesn’t sit well with me. I want to know the REAL reason you’re laying on this… charade. But also I want you to know that come Dystopia 12 you will have a NEW World Champion. I mean… do you honestly believe that Uber-Man is the right calibre of Champion for Outsiders? Is Peter Vaughn? A superhero and a janitor?! You need a Champion that will carry himself with class… with dignity. This federation may be ‘Backyard’, Zybala. But does it need to be gutter trash calibre?
: Allton drinks some Pepsi. :
Allton: With the Lord of Dashing as your Champion people may actually take this seriously. I grew up watching wrestling my entire life Zybala - always being told that there was no way in hell that I could be a wrestler - yet I went ahead and did it anyway. You need someone with such determination as your champion. These things that I have done previously… defeating Cori Haim (in quick fashion I might add), dealing with that waiter… It was all to get your attention to give me my match and now…?
: Allton smiles putting some beef into his mouth. :
Allton: It seems as though I have your attention. Am I wrong? All this, ALL OF IT! Was to make you see just what kind of man you have on your roster. I, Zybala am a go-getter - a shark in a pond. Backyard wrestlers don’t have to be useless. I will turn Outsiders around. That I promise you, and it all starts with the Championship. You might have thought it was a personal attack against you Zybala and you could not be more vulgar or wrong. It was just to make you see that I may not be able to walk but I don’t let anything stop me. Anything. And that is why I am your best candidate. See, I’m not a bad man, Zybala. I’m just well… Ahead of the curve.
: An evil smile brushes over Allton’s face. Zybala politely eats as Allton talks and waits a bit to make sure he was done talking. :
Zybala: I'm not a bad man either. I do appreciate the amount of heart and dedication you have for Outsiders. That's why you're the number one contender. You exemplify exactly what Outsiders is. Being told no your whole life just to say yes and prove it by fighting on. That's why I only wanted homegrown talent and the "jobbers" of other feds. To show the potential of people when the world doesn't give them the chance. Though you did make one mistake…
: Allton looks nervous as he chews the roast beef. :
**Pennywise: He poisoned the food! Kill him before it's too late!!**
: Allton slowly reaches for the knife next to his plate as Zybala continues. :
Zybala: The Outsiders Championship CONTRACT SIGNING will be at Dystopia 12. The match itself….Well that's gonna have to wait until 13 or 14. All depends on how good I can sweet talk Barrows into letting me do a special idea of mine that I think would be great for Dystopia.
: Allton smiles. :
Allton: I’m just trying to make the world see that not everyone in a wheelchair needs to be looked down on and pitied like some homeless street urchin and that some of us are offended by such actions. The contract signing is Dystopia 12. Yes. My… mistake.
: Allton smiles evilly again just as Bill returns from the kitchen, orange juice in hand. :
Allton: Billy! Billy! Sit… sit… sit and enjoy such… fine cuisine.
: Bill looks at Allton’s sudden change in demeanour, confused but happy that Allton is finally smiling for once. :
Allton: Barrows is a shrewd businessman, Mr. Zybala. You need to be more so - oh and turning the lights on and off isn’t my idea of… intimidation. It may scare the likes of GCWA employees but...
: Allton pushes his plate to one side putting his hands together like an evil super villain while smiling again. Zybala looks on curiously. :
Zybala: I do admit that the light thing has run its course. I'm just trying to think of the next route I want to go. Don't want to just be another generic wrestler like those in The A-List. And trust me, I know how savvy Barrows is. I just got to come at him with the right tact and not mention a certain rotund ex wrestler that he's banned. Though you look like you have an idea or two, given the Cheshire Cat grin you have.
: Allton slowly shakes his head. :
Allton: Dylan Thomas? Yes… he used to work for me years ago. Funny how life turns out isn’t it? As did his girlfriend… Anyway I assume you have heard of the Kray twins? The twin criminals that ran London in the 1960s?
Zybala: I have not. Though you have my interest. I've always found stuff like that intriguing…. given my family history.
: Zybala takes another bite of his food as he looks for Allton to continue his tale. :
Allton: They recently did a movie about them ‘Legend’ starring Tom Hardy. ANYWAY my point is thus: Reggie Kray, the older of the two once said that being patient never gets you what you want. I live by that philosophy Zybala hence my…. Recent ...actions. Strong arming, Zybala it works. I mean…. It worked with you, didn’t it?
: Allton smiles. :
Allton: If you want Barrows to listen to you….to take you seriously…. To give US proper air time…. You see where I’m going?
Zybala: I get your drift. Make things sound like suggestions when in reality…
: Zybala grins at Allton in a knowing way. Allton nods. :
Allton: …..And if that doesn’t work, break a few ankles. I have a philosophy, Zybala of my own. ‘Diplomacy is only great as long as it works.’ Sometimes however you just kinda have to MAKE people listen. One way or another.
: Allton grins again. :
Zybala: I don't believe it will come to that. I just need to speak his language… Money. If I can convince him that my idea will make both GCWA and Outsiders cold hard cash, it won't have to come down to violence. Though the other Barrows children may be more helpful if their brother acts like…. a "git?" Am I using that phrase right?
: Allton smiles. :
Allton: Haha ‘git’ isn’t that hardcore but…. Yes. Children can say git. Charming though, look… I’ll be frank… WHEN I become your World Champion, I’ll have the proverbial (and litteral) clout to strong arm who I need to for Outsiders’ best interests. Just let me make a few calls.
: Allton gets out his phone but pauses. :
Allton: Mr… Zybala? Just so we’re clear: You weren’t trying to kill me tonight were you?
: Zybala looks aghast, even agog! There is a trace of hurt in his eyes. He turns to Bill as if to ask if this was a joke. Bill adverts his eyes and continues to eat. Zybala looks back at Allton. :
Zybala: You are an Outsider, good sir. One of my people. One of my CHAMPIONS! I have the ride or die attitude towards all of my wrestlers. I wish harm upon none of you. Why would you have such a notion in your mind?
: Allton smirk. :
Allton: ….Forgive me. I misspoke out of turn.
: Allton, unlike earlier genuinely politely bows his head in apology. :
Allton: It was just a… thought that crossed my mind. Sincerely, I apologise.
: Allton smirks again. :
Allton: Y’know Mr. Zybala… you aren’t so bad. I’m glad we had this chat. Now, pardon me, but could I use the restroom?
: Zybala's face relaxes a bit as the tension of the room eases. He points down the hallway towards the kitchen. :
Zybala: Of course. Just go down the hall, and it's the first door on your left. Any further and you'll be in the kitchen. Let me know how the hand rail works. I had it installed just last week, but haven't tested it yet to see if it could hold weight.
Allton: Thank-you. Bill?
: Allton nods his head for Bill to follow to help him out and the two leave the dining room. Zybala continues to eat as he waits for his guests. :
: Moments later and Allton arrives back closely followed in tow by Bill who sits back down, drinking some orange juice. :
Allton: Thank-you Mr. Zybala - the rails were admittedly extremely satisfactory. My boys will be here in time for Dystopia 12 and then…
: Allton smiles.:
Allton: …….All will be going my way. For now, Mr. Zybala I think I will retire for the evening if you don’t mind.
: Allton yawns. :
Allton: I apologise for my earlier - and previous rudeness. Erm… where am I to sleep?
Zybala: The door across from the bathroom. It's spacious and has two queen size beds for you and Bill. I'll be in the room upstairs. You guys holler if you need anything. Have a good night gentlemen.
: Zybala starts to clean up the leftover food and clearing the dishes as the scene fades to black. :