Meanwhile... in a small dark office located across the street from the stadium, three figures sit, just waiting... and waiting...
Ming... Hey MLeonard, it's good to see you around again, we thought you were dead.
MtG... Yeah, I was wondering if you even existed. Ming kept claiming you were a real person, but I was still wondering.
MLeonard... Uhhh, unlike you guys, I have a real life. I don't spend every waking minute with an internet connection plugged into my veins.
MtG... wait a minute I have a life you little jerk... I have a family, a company to deal with...
Ming... Yeah, cram it clown face... we both have families so we must have lives...
MLeonard... CLOWN FACE... you will pay for that Ming.
The room vibrates as three super model banning rods get pulled from their holsters... The bright light flows through the dark room... the tension builds as the three square off... the humming reaches an intense level...
THE PHONE RINGS...
Saved by the bell you little a**hole says MtG... I would have pounded you to the lowest levels of Mingapulco...
MLeonard... Ha Ha Ha Ha... you would have had to catch me first... Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah..
MtG... You just wait until I catch you and show you what a true military guy can do...
Ming rolls his eyes as he turns on the speaker phone...
GOOD EVENING ANGELS...
A hush crosses the room as all three take a seat, staring at the speaker phone in awe...
Good evening Charlie... the three respond with military percision...
CHARLIE... HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TELL YOU IDIOTS... IT'S MARKOS YOU MORONS... NOT CHARLIE...
Yes Charlie... the three reply..
A loud ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH could be heard over the speaker phone... Never mind you stupid clowns...
MLeonard... CLOWNS... the banning rod flashes again.
Ming... Just chill you little punk...
The speaker phone crackles again... Just listen up...
My original plan failed... Ming wasn't accepted as a referee...
MtG rolls his eyes... I could have told you that Charlie, what the hell does Ming know about football...
Ming... I know football...
MtG... NOT HANDMELLON... real Football...
Ming... oh soccer... what are the rules for that again... and how do you get a par in soccer...
MtG... You moron...
MLeonard... Just chill... Charlie is trying to talk to us.
Markos... I'm NOT CHARLIE... ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Now listen... we have to fall back to plan Q.
A silence so quiet passes through the room...
PLAN Q the three respond in unison...
YES... Plan Q. Our secret operative MR. Q will try to infiltrate the WC and become a referee since you failed so miserablly Ming...
Ming... are there eagles and birdies in soccer...
MtG... Shut up...
Markos... Yes Angels, Mr Q should be in place for the next match.
What are our instructions Charlie...
ARGHHHHHHHH... IT'S MARKOS... M A R K O S...
Yes Charlie...
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... Sigh... Never mind... Your instructions will come in the morning. Get a good nights sleep, you will need it...
OK Charlie...
CLICK...
Ming... Hey MLeonard, it's good to see you around again, we thought you were dead.
MtG... Yeah, I was wondering if you even existed. Ming kept claiming you were a real person, but I was still wondering.
MLeonard... Uhhh, unlike you guys, I have a real life. I don't spend every waking minute with an internet connection plugged into my veins.
MtG... wait a minute I have a life you little jerk... I have a family, a company to deal with...
Ming... Yeah, cram it clown face... we both have families so we must have lives...
MLeonard... CLOWN FACE... you will pay for that Ming.
The room vibrates as three super model banning rods get pulled from their holsters... The bright light flows through the dark room... the tension builds as the three square off... the humming reaches an intense level...
THE PHONE RINGS...
Saved by the bell you little a**hole says MtG... I would have pounded you to the lowest levels of Mingapulco...
MLeonard... Ha Ha Ha Ha... you would have had to catch me first... Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah..
MtG... You just wait until I catch you and show you what a true military guy can do...
Ming rolls his eyes as he turns on the speaker phone...
GOOD EVENING ANGELS...
A hush crosses the room as all three take a seat, staring at the speaker phone in awe...
Good evening Charlie... the three respond with military percision...
CHARLIE... HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TELL YOU IDIOTS... IT'S MARKOS YOU MORONS... NOT CHARLIE...
Yes Charlie... the three reply..
A loud ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH could be heard over the speaker phone... Never mind you stupid clowns...
MLeonard... CLOWNS... the banning rod flashes again.
Ming... Just chill you little punk...
The speaker phone crackles again... Just listen up...
My original plan failed... Ming wasn't accepted as a referee...
MtG rolls his eyes... I could have told you that Charlie, what the hell does Ming know about football...
Ming... I know football...
MtG... NOT HANDMELLON... real Football...
Ming... oh soccer... what are the rules for that again... and how do you get a par in soccer...
MtG... You moron...
MLeonard... Just chill... Charlie is trying to talk to us.
Markos... I'm NOT CHARLIE... ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Now listen... we have to fall back to plan Q.
A silence so quiet passes through the room...
PLAN Q the three respond in unison...
YES... Plan Q. Our secret operative MR. Q will try to infiltrate the WC and become a referee since you failed so miserablly Ming...
Ming... are there eagles and birdies in soccer...
MtG... Shut up...
Markos... Yes Angels, Mr Q should be in place for the next match.
What are our instructions Charlie...
ARGHHHHHHHH... IT'S MARKOS... M A R K O S...
Yes Charlie...
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... Sigh... Never mind... Your instructions will come in the morning. Get a good nights sleep, you will need it...
OK Charlie...
CLICK...
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