A story for Donna

[godulb]

I'm going to begin this story, and YOU have to finish it using pictures and narrative.

Once upon a time, four famous people were sitting around a table playing a game of poker. There were two actors and two musicians.

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[godulb]

Lambert slowly took his spiked wig off and turned towards his cohorts. "So one of us tried to poison Prince, but instead of killing him, it just made him sick. There's nothing we can do about that now. We don't know which one of us poisoned him," he whispered, so that Calvin couldn't hear him. "But if we send Michael Jackson to murder him with the promise to pay him, it won't matter. We'll all be responsible for his death, but it will be Michael Jackson who is blamed. If we can get Mr. Jackson to kill Prince before Calvin realized that one of US tried to kill him..."

"We all get to keep our jobs," Kevin Max nodded, understanding. He looked in the mirror and smiled.


"And Calvin will never suspect us. Today IS a good day to be a killer."



Kenneth Branagh was shaking his head in reluctance, and he threw his hands up. "It won't work," he said. "What if Michael blabs?"



Tori Amos shrugged. "Who'd believe him?"

And so it was settled between them.

[kiyiva]

Lambert rose to his feet and walked straight over to Jackson, who was anxious and excited to know what this new thrill would be like.



"So, tell me Lambert, how do you all want it to go? What do you have in mind... a little bit of a (Jackson) 'OW' stab behind the back?"
In his excitement, he started shouting out "THRILLER" and maving backwards and to the side in a strage worm like fashion.



Tori looked sharply at Lambert and told him to shut Jackson up before Calvin walked in and they were all found out.



Kevin max had the same sentiments but was sitting quietly, thinking to himself.



Before he could make his intelligible remarks, Branagh started coughing and trying to hold himself back, but utterly unable to, started quoting Hamlet's "To be or not to be"...



Before he was too far into the speech, There was the faint sound of Jackson's name and everyone stirred in there places and Lambert shoved Jackson out the door and on to the stage whispering into his ear, "you are the expert, idiot. Do it the best way you know how--"