Last Time On DDR: Cassandra talks more crap and Anne is AGAIN not paying any attention. We just revealed that the 2 are related (they do look a TAD alike, right?)! Awesome! Hey, I like the sound of that! Awesome. . .AWWWWWWSOME!! Oh, *ahem*. Anyways, the flier is finally finished and we get to meet some of the potential employees.

Misc. Notes: Oh yeah, if you're wondering why you're reviews are no longer here, it's because I sort of "started over". I tried to correct the first chapter then it went doofy on me so I "started over". If you can remember what you wrote (oh yeah, your reviews HAVE been sent to my email address so, lemme know if you want em'), then please "re-post", it'll make me feel a LOT better! ~__^

Mz/Chx

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Chapter 3: Elimination!

(the next morning at the Lucerne Tower, Cassandra sits impatiently at her chair trying to solve a crossword puzzle)

Cassandra: Hmm, not a lime but a. . .

(Anne bursts through the door and startles Cassandra)

Anne: (waving some papers) I did it, Ms. De Vries! I got them! I got them!

Cassandra: Anne! What did I tell you about barging into my office like that?!

Anne:(thinking) Um, I believe you said. . .Don't do it?

Cassandra: (claps sarcastically) Right! Now re-enter in a proper manner!

Anne: (sighs, rolls her eyes and mutters): She's been that way ever since we were children. . .

(knock, knock)

Cassandra: (sing-song) Who is it?

Anne: (mocking sing-song) It's Anne, Ms. De Vries, your office slave, here with the fliers!

Cassandra: Now why didn't you say so, do come in!

Anne: (shouting) That had absolutely NO MEANING whatsoever!

Cassandra: (ignoring what Anne just said) You said you had the fliers?

Anne: Oh yes, here you are (hands her the fliers), that Printmaster Gold you lent to me, really helped!

(for your own convinience, here's the flier!)

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Help Wanted!

Do you love to shoot things? Why not get paid a lot for it! Lounge around in the exclusive and luxurious DataDyne Lucerne Tower and shoot anyone who doesn't work there! BUT, to be qualified, you must meet the following standards.

*Females only!

*All employees must have prior training in firearms (guns)

*All employees must have a minimum bust-size of DD.

*All employees must not have and mental, psychological, or physical diseases.

*All employees must be able to follow directions, the first time given.

*All employees must have some leadership skills

(blah blah blah. . .end flier)

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Anne: (grinning) So, what do you think?

(the stack of papers is thrown in Anne's face)

Anne: Hey! You could've given me a paper-cut!

Cassandra: Oh, boo-hoo! And what the hell kind of fliers are these?! "Lounge around in the exclusive and luxurious DataDyne Lucerne Tower?" and who said I was going to pay them a lot?

Anne: (sniff) Oh, sorry Ms. De Vries.

Cassandra: But I'll accept it.

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(in one of the rooms on the 3rd/4th floor of the Lucerne Tower, there are about 50 different women who have answered to the flier. Cassandra stands at a podium holding a black mega-phone)

Cassandra: Hello? Ladies?

(the ladies continue to talk)

Cassandra: Excuse me! We need to start the meeting. . .

(chatter. . .chatter. . .)

(Cassandra makes the piercing feedback noise with the mega-phone, which gets everyone's attention)

Cassandra: Thank you. Now I see why you all are here. . .

Female #1: I heard there was going to be food here!

Cassandra: No.

(the female and 3 others leave the room, disappointed)

Cassandra: Okay, let's make this quick. I'm hoping to hire some of you to be my personal bodyguards so anyone who isn't willing to lay their life on the line for me, please make your way to the nearest exit.

(15 people leave)

Cassandra: Anne.

Anne: Oh yes, right. (gives the remaining group of girls a small plastic bag with some clothes in it)

(the females murmur in curiosity)

Cassandra: Go ahead and open it, for these are your uniforms! I will leave you here to change. Those who can successfully manage to squeeze and fit these outfits can wait outside my office. (leaves)

Female #2: What a cute outfit!

Female #3: This is like suicide! There's no way I can get into this!

Female #4: Forget the job, I'm gon' wear this to da club tonite! (stuffs the uniform in her purse)

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(about 1 hour later, only 17 women are waiting outside Cassandra's office. Anne sits at the nearby desk, surfing the net)

Anne: Aww, I like you too MaianMan69. (giggles)

(Cassandra's voice is heard over the intercom on the table)

Cassandra On Intercom: Anne, please send in one of the women.

Anne: Ah. . .(reads a piece of paper) Number 1, you're up!

FM #1: (not the one that left) Hmm, I hopes I gets hired!

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(the first victim sits in a swivel chair)

Cassandra: So, tell me about yourself um. . ."Bella Trunchanella".

Bella: (who's by the way, a redneck) Well, I's love to shoot thangs and I workin' on gettin' my 6th grade edamacation! (smiles with missing and black teeth)

Cassandra: Right, now what do you think of Joanna Dark?

Bella: I done not know 'bout no Joanna but I's dislike them Darkies! Did I tell you that I love's mullets?

Cassandra: Hmm, so you're a Redneck who's still in elementary school, dislikes african-american people, but has a soft side for mullets. . .What experience do you have with guns?

Bella: Shoooot, I remember I done blowed off a dur's (deer) head off with m' shotgun! And my accuracy is pretty durn good!

Cassandra: We'll call you! (presses a button)

(Bella falls down a chute)

Cassandra On Intercom: Next!

~End Chapter 3

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Ha! I liked writing this one! As for the flier (by the way, am I spelling *flier* right?) , of course it's crappy. Sounds more like an advertisement for a clubhouse to me. Anyway, I thought it was funny. About the whole "country Red Neck" thing. I'm not 100% sure if they dislike black people but I have heard rumors. Still, no offense to those who are. Please review/email me, okay?

MzCheex@yahoo.com