The Call
Last week I convinced my boss that we should start having applicants fight a gorilla, because if they can fight a gorilla they can test a game.
The first one we brought in to fight the gorilla was an old friend of mine who needed a job, Psycho B McNall from c3i. Mostly I wanted to see Psycho B fight a gorilla, so that’s why I brought it up in the first place.
Using our phat MS connections we got one from the zoo, her name was Gracy. We didn’t feed her for two days, and had her chained up in the back. We also put her in a dress, so when we went to the back for our coffee we signed to her “You look really fat in that dress.”
She was ready to fight.
Psycho B, on the other hand and as I discussed before is a nut job. He’s half Irish, half Italian, all Bensonhurst street fighter. As he was warming up he kept telling me “mylo I’m gonna fuck up this monkey! You better believe I’m gonna fuck up this monkey! You tell me to fuck up this monkey and I will fuck up this monkey!” He points at the gorilla “savage garden, savage garden, WAHDOOSH!” For emphasis, he spat a banana in Gracy’s face.
This was going to be awesome.
All of my department circled around them chanting “one gorilla enters, one man leaves, one gorilla enters, one man leaves”
Then my boss gets a call on her cell, she passes it on to me.
It was the call, I knew I was going to be leaving for a bit. Like two months or so, I knew it was going to be soon. But my presence was being requested now.
My flight was booked, and I had to go home and pack.
Sighing, I hand over the phone to my boss. I then go to psycho “B, some people are destined for great things, this is yours. I have faith in you my old friend, my compadre. We went through the worst together, but you unfortunately must do this one alone.” I give him a hug. “I love you man.”
He hugs me back “I’m gonna fucking kill her for you man!”
“Atta boy psycho.”
I walk out and as the elevator door opens to take me home, I hear Gracy screaming in pain.
I’ll see you guys in two months.
