Video Wire for S05E03

[FGA Office]

Hey guys. I figured this would be a good way to keep storylines moving heading into the "off week".

After each show, I'll post an After Show thread for each show. The idea of the After Show is to give your in-character thoughts on what happened on the show.

Want to move your storyline alone? Talk about it?

You wanted to send in that backstage segment but never sent it in time? Post it here.

You got attacked? Talk about it.

You got screwed? Talk about it.

You want to brag? Talk about it.

I'm not asking for anything much. This isn't even mandatory. But 5-6 lines at the most is perfectly fine. If you want to do more than that? By all means, go for it.

[Butcher.]

Butcher's been pacing since Monday, and Darby? Darby's been getting tired from watching Butcher pace a hole through the pavement; So much so, he's been trailing off of a cigarette watching him go, lounging on the back wall in the background. Butcher stops, looking to shout something obscene at Darby who looks at him. Butcher stops, waving his hand away, Darby just stands there, shaking his head almost nonchalant about the entire ordeal. Butcher holds a finger up towards the camera.



Butcher: Tonight? Tonight wasn't good enough. Tonight I managed to beat the deadbeat girl, sure. They think that's gonna square us away until next show. See, they bloody well know, if that lil' bastard Pedro Gonzales showed his mug 'round'ere he'd get a thrashing. That knob and ANYONE who just so happened to be an acquaintance of that TWIT would've been put in the same predicament. So, they give'em the night off, funny that, eh, Darby?



Darby scoffs, sucking his teeth as he burns his cigarette between his fingers.



Butcher: They can't hold the boy's hand forever. Lad's gonna need to go some bollocks and own up to the sod job he's made, eh? So they can keep tryin' to keep'em from us. But the debt's gonna get paid one way or another. And on me mum, I'll SWEAR to y'that I make good on collectin' on DEBTS!!!



Butcher shoves Darby in the shoulder.



Butcher: Bring your arse, smeghead...!!! We're gonna have a long BLOODY chat on how you lost to a masked loon who shovels SHEEP CACK for a livin'!!



Darby rolls his eyes and puts his cigarette out. He looks at the camera, gives a crooked smile and small salute. He jams his hands in his pockets and whistles a tune before the camera goes to static.