Lara vs Regis
Miss Lara Croft sat uncomfortably in her chair. The blank look on her face revealed everything.
Across from her, Regis turned and crossed his leg waiting for her to answer.
"Lara," he finally said after an irritating silence, "I need an answer."
The young lady looked down at the monitor in front of her. The question seemed to be an insult
to her intelligence. Why didn't she know? "I'd like to use a life line," she answered.
Regis breathed a sigh of relief. "Alright, you've only got one left. Who do you want to call?"
Lara thought for a moment. There was only one person that she could call that would know the
answer. "Winston," she said in a very serious voice.
"Alright then," announced the host, "lets call Winston." A moment later the sound of a phone
ringing could be heard over the studios loud speaker.
"Croft residence," echoed an old voice shortly after the second ring.
"Winston," questioned the host.
"Yes," the other replied.
Regis smiled at Lara in satisfaction. "Winston, this is Regis Philben from Who Wants to be a
Millionaire. I'm going to put Lara on now. She needs a little help with this question."
"Hello Winston," chimed the young lady when she was signaled, "Duke Nukem's famous phrase.
Is it "Hail to the King, baby," "I think I've got a rash," "No," or "Snicker doodle?"
For a moment, silence filled the air as the butler worked through the problem. Then, with the help
of his years of life experience, answered in the only way he could, "Who's Duke Nukem?"
Just then the time expired leaving poor Lara without an answer. "Well, that helped didn't it," she
squawked to herself.
Regis stared back coldly at the contestant across from her. "You can just walk away," he stated.
Croft was not amused. She had never walk away from anything in her life. "What are you saying,
Regis," she asked as congenially as possible.
The man swallowed hard. "I just meant that you can take the money have earned and stop
playing. You don't have to-"
"Are you saying I'm a quitter," interrupted the young lady. She now pulled herself up from her
seat and moved closer to man across from her. "Are you saying that just because I don't know the answer
that I won't ever get it?"
"No, not at all," replied the other nervously. He was now sweating more than he had ever thought
possible. "You can always guess," he continued.
Croft's face turned white. "Guess," she exclaimed as if he had just committed sacrilege, "How
can I be expected to guess when with so much on the line."
Regis looked perplexed. "What do you mean, so much? You've only one a thousand dollars."
"It's the principal of the thing," the explorer responded. She even more insulted now that he had
mentioned how little she had won.
Now the host began to get annoyed. "Look," he snapped standing to his feet as well, "you've got
two choices, guess or leave. I don't care which one you pick but you had better pick one of them.
Suddenly the angry expression that Lara had been wearing morphed into a smug grin. "Actually,"
she said, "I have another choice."
Regis raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be," he scoffed.
Lara winked at the host as she reached under the dress that she was wearing, taking great care not
to reveal anything, and removed a small silver pistol. "I can fight back," she answered. With that she
aimed directly at the computer and fired.
Instantly there was a flash of sparks as the bullet tore through the glass and components of the
system. Her revenge enacted, she turned and winked happily at Regis, who seemed to be in a state of utter
terror, and walk off.
"Oh, by the way," she said turning around, "you can keep the money."
Miss Lara Croft sat uncomfortably in her chair. The blank look on her face revealed everything.
Across from her, Regis turned and crossed his leg waiting for her to answer.
"Lara," he finally said after an irritating silence, "I need an answer."
The young lady looked down at the monitor in front of her. The question seemed to be an insult
to her intelligence. Why didn't she know? "I'd like to use a life line," she answered.
Regis breathed a sigh of relief. "Alright, you've only got one left. Who do you want to call?"
Lara thought for a moment. There was only one person that she could call that would know the
answer. "Winston," she said in a very serious voice.
"Alright then," announced the host, "lets call Winston." A moment later the sound of a phone
ringing could be heard over the studios loud speaker.
"Croft residence," echoed an old voice shortly after the second ring.
"Winston," questioned the host.
"Yes," the other replied.
Regis smiled at Lara in satisfaction. "Winston, this is Regis Philben from Who Wants to be a
Millionaire. I'm going to put Lara on now. She needs a little help with this question."
"Hello Winston," chimed the young lady when she was signaled, "Duke Nukem's famous phrase.
Is it "Hail to the King, baby," "I think I've got a rash," "No," or "Snicker doodle?"
For a moment, silence filled the air as the butler worked through the problem. Then, with the help
of his years of life experience, answered in the only way he could, "Who's Duke Nukem?"
Just then the time expired leaving poor Lara without an answer. "Well, that helped didn't it," she
squawked to herself.
Regis stared back coldly at the contestant across from her. "You can just walk away," he stated.
Croft was not amused. She had never walk away from anything in her life. "What are you saying,
Regis," she asked as congenially as possible.
The man swallowed hard. "I just meant that you can take the money have earned and stop
playing. You don't have to-"
"Are you saying I'm a quitter," interrupted the young lady. She now pulled herself up from her
seat and moved closer to man across from her. "Are you saying that just because I don't know the answer
that I won't ever get it?"
"No, not at all," replied the other nervously. He was now sweating more than he had ever thought
possible. "You can always guess," he continued.
Croft's face turned white. "Guess," she exclaimed as if he had just committed sacrilege, "How
can I be expected to guess when with so much on the line."
Regis looked perplexed. "What do you mean, so much? You've only one a thousand dollars."
"It's the principal of the thing," the explorer responded. She even more insulted now that he had
mentioned how little she had won.
Now the host began to get annoyed. "Look," he snapped standing to his feet as well, "you've got
two choices, guess or leave. I don't care which one you pick but you had better pick one of them.
Suddenly the angry expression that Lara had been wearing morphed into a smug grin. "Actually,"
she said, "I have another choice."
Regis raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be," he scoffed.
Lara winked at the host as she reached under the dress that she was wearing, taking great care not
to reveal anything, and removed a small silver pistol. "I can fight back," she answered. With that she
aimed directly at the computer and fired.
Instantly there was a flash of sparks as the bullet tore through the glass and components of the
system. Her revenge enacted, she turned and winked happily at Regis, who seemed to be in a state of utter
terror, and walk off.
"Oh, by the way," she said turning around, "you can keep the money."