Another old skit comp entry. Not sure if this works out of context of the subject ( if at all ). Any thoughts would be great.
INT. AN OFFICE. DAY.
TWO MEN DRESSED IN SUITS.ONE OF THEM ( BOSS ) IS SHOUTING AT THE OTHER ONE (DEREK)
BOSS:
You better be f**king joking me Derek!
DEREK:
I'm really sorry bu..
BOSS: (SHAKING A PIECE OF PAPER IN DEREK'S FACE)
What's the matter? Can't you read this? Didn't you go to school?
DEREK:
Yes of cour...
BOSS:
Then what does that say? What does that say right f**king there?
DEREK:
It says that we have to provide you with four hundred post-it notes, with the blue ones taken out.
BOSS PICKS UP A WAD OF POST IT NOTES AND POINTS TO A BLUE ONE.
BOSS:
So what the shitting f**k is this? Do I look like a wanker?
DEREK:
Not at a...
BOSS:
Thank you. Thank you Derek, for not calling me a wanker in my own office. Now get out there and do your f**king job.
DEREK MEEKLY EXITS THE OFFICE:
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INT. BOARD. DAY.
THE BOSS STANDS ON THE TABLE IN A ROCK POSE HOLDING A MICROPHONE. ALL THE CHIARS ARE FILLED WITH STAFF MEMBERS. SOME ARE WEARING BOARD MEETING 2010 T-SHIRTS. THEY ARE ALL CLAPPING AND CHEERING HIM.
BOSS:
Thank you thank you. Now here's a new one I call "Mission Statement" I hope y'all like it.
GRAMS: ROCK BALLAD
THE STAFF MEMBERS TAKE SOME HIGHLIGHTER PENS FROM THE TABLE, REMOVE THE LIDS AND WAVE THEM IN THE AIR LIKE LIGHTERS.
BOSS: (SINGING)
Broad-based collaborative initiative. Inspiring encouragement in our brand through exciting and relevant media direct to our customer base so that we may make a difference...locally and globally. I said making a difference now, making a difference, make it, make it now, make it.
THE SONG FINISHES AND THEY APPLAUD AND CHEER. HE STEPS DOWN OFF THE TABLE AND IS PASSED A TOWEL BY DEREK. HE USES IT TO DAB THE SWEAT FROM HIS FACE AS THEY LEAVE THE ROOM.
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INT. AN OFFICE. DAY.
DEREK:
Well I think that went rather well.
BOSS:
Phone dialing solo not too long?
DEREK:
Well..maybe thirty seven minutes was a....
BOSS:
So now you're the big shot. Well excuse-f**king me.
BOSS GRABS THE COMPUTER MONITOR OF THE DESK AND THROWS IT OUT THE WINDOW.
DEREK:
Sir it's still plugged.....
THE CABLES AND WIRES ATTACHED TO THE MONITOR NOW BEGIN TO PULL THE COMPUTER AND OTHER OFFICE EQUIPMENT EVERYWHERE. THE OFFICE IS NOW TRASHED COMPLETELY.
BOSS:
For f**k's sake Derek. Sort this out or you'll be cleaning toilets for the rest of your life. F**k me.
BOSS SWANS OUT OF THE OFFICE.
END.
