One dark night in the mansion in Faust street, we can behold three living
shadows moving around nervously in the newly installed room. They are
careful not to disturb anything there.
After they were finished, they silently opened the window and began to climb back down.
"Ouch, careful." The first shadow hissed at the shadow in front of her.
"Oops, sorry Chief." The second shadow replied.
"Silence, both of you. Mister Irons will hear you" The third shadow demanded. The other two shadows shut their mouths as the three of them left.
-Two Weeks Later-
Kenneth Irons strided into the meeting room in a bad temper. He slammed the door behind him and sat down at his seat.
"Gentlemen, you have five minutes to explain why you called me to this meeting so suddenly." He growled out at them. All the men gulped in their seats. The new vice president, Thomas Lexington, cleared his throat before speaking.
"Kenneth, we called you here today to discuss your mental health."
"What?!" He growled at them. They all shivered in their seats.
'It did not say this in the contract.' Thomas thought to himself. Out loud, he said "Mr. Irons, we have good reason to believe this, Let us show you our argument." He picked up a remote control and turned on a screen.
"I warn you now, gentlemen. I have not viewed this myself yet, but it is suppose to be graphic. Sp brace yourselves." He pressed play.
"Welcome back to TRL!" Carson Dailey announced happily as the audience went rampant in their seats. "Okay, we have a real treat in store for you all. Today, we received a very interesting fanatic video sent in by none other than Kenneth Irons himself!" The crowd went nuts. Carson smiled. "Let's get it rolling."
"Merciful heaven." Irons said as his eyes grew wide at the film being played.
The beginning music blasted on the stereos. The audience laughed at the familiar tune. Right before the lyrics began, Kenneth appeared from out of the corner.
That was when the screaming began.
He was dressed in a skin tight red leather outfit. He had on a matching pair of high heeled go go boots that went knee high. This time, his wig was left down and was blonde.
"I think I did it again! I made you believe, we're more than just friends! Oh, baby!" He sang out in his nails on a chalk board mock soprano voice.
He pouted his lips and did a few turns. At least there was no thong in view, but the red bra that was stuffed with what appeared to be hundred dollar bills was frightening. At least he had something to shake as he shook his artificial chest. A chorus of puking could be heard in the background.
"It might seem like a cruuuuushhhhhhh! But that doesn't mean that I'm serious!"
He bit down a bit on one of his fingers as he shrugged innocently. He shook his hips to the side like he was a belly dancer as he slid his hands down his body, grabbing himself like he was Michael Jackson or Vanilla Ice.
"Cause to lose all my senses. That is just so typically me! Oh, baby, Baby!"
Irons put a hand toward himself. Then he jumped up and tried to do a girly spice girl kick, but his landing was offset by the heels as he landed on his ass. But it didn't matter to him. He then proceeded to do a seductive like crawl toward the camera.
"Oops I did it again. I played with your heart! Got lost in the game. Oh baby, Baby!"
He had gotten up by now and was trying to mimic the dance moves from the video. The fast, flashy steps to the right, the hand movements toward the heart, and the windmill arm movements. It would have looked better if he wasn't half a second off tune. He took a deep breath as he prepared for the finale.
"Oops, you think I'm in love, that I'm sent from Aaaaaaabbbbbbooooooooovvvvvvvvvveeeee! I'm not that innocent!"
The climax note 'above' was extremely off. The mirrors in back of him shattered, along with the lense to the camera. He finished it off with a few slaps to his ass to prove the not innocent part of it.
Irons sat in his seat, angry as hell. "So I'm a fan, what of it?!"
But no one answered. They were all too busy rolling on the ground in pain. "My eyes! My eyes!" Was a famous comment as the people on TRL trampled over Carson to flee. They were even jumping out the windows to free themselves.
Irons ran out of the room crying. "You don't understand! No one does! I just want to worship and pine! Boo hoo hoo!"
Side note: For all those worried for the board of directors, fear not. They all have just recently gotten out of the hospital after they all had their eyes removed.
TBC
After they were finished, they silently opened the window and began to climb back down.
"Ouch, careful." The first shadow hissed at the shadow in front of her.
"Oops, sorry Chief." The second shadow replied.
"Silence, both of you. Mister Irons will hear you" The third shadow demanded. The other two shadows shut their mouths as the three of them left.
-Two Weeks Later-
Kenneth Irons strided into the meeting room in a bad temper. He slammed the door behind him and sat down at his seat.
"Gentlemen, you have five minutes to explain why you called me to this meeting so suddenly." He growled out at them. All the men gulped in their seats. The new vice president, Thomas Lexington, cleared his throat before speaking.
"Kenneth, we called you here today to discuss your mental health."
"What?!" He growled at them. They all shivered in their seats.
'It did not say this in the contract.' Thomas thought to himself. Out loud, he said "Mr. Irons, we have good reason to believe this, Let us show you our argument." He picked up a remote control and turned on a screen.
"I warn you now, gentlemen. I have not viewed this myself yet, but it is suppose to be graphic. Sp brace yourselves." He pressed play.
"Welcome back to TRL!" Carson Dailey announced happily as the audience went rampant in their seats. "Okay, we have a real treat in store for you all. Today, we received a very interesting fanatic video sent in by none other than Kenneth Irons himself!" The crowd went nuts. Carson smiled. "Let's get it rolling."
"Merciful heaven." Irons said as his eyes grew wide at the film being played.
The beginning music blasted on the stereos. The audience laughed at the familiar tune. Right before the lyrics began, Kenneth appeared from out of the corner.
That was when the screaming began.
He was dressed in a skin tight red leather outfit. He had on a matching pair of high heeled go go boots that went knee high. This time, his wig was left down and was blonde.
"I think I did it again! I made you believe, we're more than just friends! Oh, baby!" He sang out in his nails on a chalk board mock soprano voice.
He pouted his lips and did a few turns. At least there was no thong in view, but the red bra that was stuffed with what appeared to be hundred dollar bills was frightening. At least he had something to shake as he shook his artificial chest. A chorus of puking could be heard in the background.
"It might seem like a cruuuuushhhhhhh! But that doesn't mean that I'm serious!"
He bit down a bit on one of his fingers as he shrugged innocently. He shook his hips to the side like he was a belly dancer as he slid his hands down his body, grabbing himself like he was Michael Jackson or Vanilla Ice.
"Cause to lose all my senses. That is just so typically me! Oh, baby, Baby!"
Irons put a hand toward himself. Then he jumped up and tried to do a girly spice girl kick, but his landing was offset by the heels as he landed on his ass. But it didn't matter to him. He then proceeded to do a seductive like crawl toward the camera.
"Oops I did it again. I played with your heart! Got lost in the game. Oh baby, Baby!"
He had gotten up by now and was trying to mimic the dance moves from the video. The fast, flashy steps to the right, the hand movements toward the heart, and the windmill arm movements. It would have looked better if he wasn't half a second off tune. He took a deep breath as he prepared for the finale.
"Oops, you think I'm in love, that I'm sent from Aaaaaaabbbbbbooooooooovvvvvvvvvveeeee! I'm not that innocent!"
The climax note 'above' was extremely off. The mirrors in back of him shattered, along with the lense to the camera. He finished it off with a few slaps to his ass to prove the not innocent part of it.
Irons sat in his seat, angry as hell. "So I'm a fan, what of it?!"
But no one answered. They were all too busy rolling on the ground in pain. "My eyes! My eyes!" Was a famous comment as the people on TRL trampled over Carson to flee. They were even jumping out the windows to free themselves.
Irons ran out of the room crying. "You don't understand! No one does! I just want to worship and pine! Boo hoo hoo!"
Side note: For all those worried for the board of directors, fear not. They all have just recently gotten out of the hospital after they all had their eyes removed.
TBC