BlueSkiesForever
Well-Known Member
Bet they’re all sat around the performance data and telemetry of the players, this morning, scratching their heads and asking:
‘Ok, so what is this telemetry telling me?’
‘hushed silence’
‘When did their legs become flaky breakfast cereal?!’
‘They’ve been like that for ages…’
‘Oh.’
‘Can we…fix this, doctor?’
‘Am I bloody magician now, lady?’
‘Ok, thank you, that’s terribly helpful.’
‘Knew we should have offered Stamenic the house with the pool, ffs...’
‘Well you took eyes off him at the services in Hopswood, and those scouts from Forest just lured him into their car with a suitcase of gold bars…’
‘That’s not fair, I was having a shit, and we lost out on Browne as well, because you spouted that awful Irish stereotype about leprechauns, you tit!’
‘DONT START ON ME, I MISS ADI!!!’
‘Who asked you Mark, shush…’
Imagine it like a Naked Gun deadpan skit.
Love this