Post by buck on Aug 22, 2023 11:15:10 GMT -5
Eli est un tel abruti.
Toutes ses blagues ne marchent pas.
Il aurait beaucoup de chance,
S'il faisait confiance à son pote, Flynn Buck.
He's an all Canadian Boy.
An all Canadian boy.
He's an all Canadian boy.
An all Canadian boy.
Eli Buchanan is siting back and in a high back chair as this dashing, if completely coordinated, dufoon dances in front of him. He turns to his wife, Charlotte, and rolls his eyes.
Eli : I have never been less impressed by anyone singing in French, my darling.
Charlotte cups his chin and smiles at him.
Charlotte : And what would you say if it was I who was singing this, mon amour ?
Eli sits straight up. His love had spoken French, which always excited him and she well knew it. He grabbed her hand and kissed it.
Eli : For you, my love, I would listen to a thousand verses of this dreck and it would only make me adore you even more.
She leaned forward and smiled at him.
Charlotte : Would you ravage my body ?
Eli : Ravage you ? My dear, I would absolutley make you scream until you begged for mercy.
Charlotte : Have I ever done so, my love ?
Eli’s smile grew even wider.
Eli : Not once, my beloved, but if it means I will have to shatter my body and break my own spirit to do so I will die a happy man.
Charlotte : Then I would simply have to raise you from the dead again so you could try again.
Eli : Ah love is torture, but with you holding the whip I’d be willing to suffer if forever.
Charlotte pulled Eli’s face a little closer and the two shared a long kiss. The singer hadn’t been paying attention to either of them up to this point as he sang, finally noticed they weren’t listening to him. He stopped and looked at them expectantly.
Flynn Buck : Bien, qu'en pensez-vous?
Both of them turn to look at him and frown. From out of his lounging jacket pocket, Eli produced an exageratedly large remote control.
Eli : I’m sorry, old boy. It’s a fine little tune, but I simply can’t use it for my tag team match with Erik Holland against Skye and Decker. It screams 1980s sports entertainment and we live in the twenty-first century now.
Flynn tried to protest, but it was too late. Eli pressed a huge red button on the remote. A lareg shadow appeared above Flynn. He looked up and swallowed hard. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a cocktail umbrella, opened it and held it over his head. Seconds later an huge anvil dropped on his head and crushed him, leaving nothing left but a broken pair of sunglasses. A whisp of smoke spilled out from beneath the anvil and disappeared into the air.
Eli and Charlotte starred at the anvil for a while before Eli finally let out a long sigh and shook his head.
Eli : The poor fool. Charlie, remind me again why I keep him around.
Charlotte stood up and came to sit in his lap.
Charlotte : Because he’s you, my love. You keep him around to remind yourself of who you used to be when you cared what other people thought and stopped being true to yourself.
She kisses his cheek and starts softly singing Flynn’s song to him, changing a few of the words.
Eli est une telle bête.
De son corps je veux me régaler.
Il devrait prendre sa femme, la faire crier.
Emmenez-la au lit et faites-la...
Unable to take any more of this, Eli kissed her hard on the lips. Standing up, he picked her up in his arms and carried her off to their room. As they disappear Charlie can be heard singing the song’s chorus.
He's an all Canadian Boy.
An all Canadian boy.
He's an all Canadian boy.
An all Canadian boy.
Toutes ses blagues ne marchent pas.
Il aurait beaucoup de chance,
S'il faisait confiance à son pote, Flynn Buck.
He's an all Canadian Boy.
An all Canadian boy.
He's an all Canadian boy.
An all Canadian boy.
Eli Buchanan is siting back and in a high back chair as this dashing, if completely coordinated, dufoon dances in front of him. He turns to his wife, Charlotte, and rolls his eyes.
Eli : I have never been less impressed by anyone singing in French, my darling.
Charlotte cups his chin and smiles at him.
Charlotte : And what would you say if it was I who was singing this, mon amour ?
Eli sits straight up. His love had spoken French, which always excited him and she well knew it. He grabbed her hand and kissed it.
Eli : For you, my love, I would listen to a thousand verses of this dreck and it would only make me adore you even more.
She leaned forward and smiled at him.
Charlotte : Would you ravage my body ?
Eli : Ravage you ? My dear, I would absolutley make you scream until you begged for mercy.
Charlotte : Have I ever done so, my love ?
Eli’s smile grew even wider.
Eli : Not once, my beloved, but if it means I will have to shatter my body and break my own spirit to do so I will die a happy man.
Charlotte : Then I would simply have to raise you from the dead again so you could try again.
Eli : Ah love is torture, but with you holding the whip I’d be willing to suffer if forever.
Charlotte pulled Eli’s face a little closer and the two shared a long kiss. The singer hadn’t been paying attention to either of them up to this point as he sang, finally noticed they weren’t listening to him. He stopped and looked at them expectantly.
Flynn Buck : Bien, qu'en pensez-vous?
Both of them turn to look at him and frown. From out of his lounging jacket pocket, Eli produced an exageratedly large remote control.
Eli : I’m sorry, old boy. It’s a fine little tune, but I simply can’t use it for my tag team match with Erik Holland against Skye and Decker. It screams 1980s sports entertainment and we live in the twenty-first century now.
Flynn tried to protest, but it was too late. Eli pressed a huge red button on the remote. A lareg shadow appeared above Flynn. He looked up and swallowed hard. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a cocktail umbrella, opened it and held it over his head. Seconds later an huge anvil dropped on his head and crushed him, leaving nothing left but a broken pair of sunglasses. A whisp of smoke spilled out from beneath the anvil and disappeared into the air.
Eli and Charlotte starred at the anvil for a while before Eli finally let out a long sigh and shook his head.
Eli : The poor fool. Charlie, remind me again why I keep him around.
Charlotte stood up and came to sit in his lap.
Charlotte : Because he’s you, my love. You keep him around to remind yourself of who you used to be when you cared what other people thought and stopped being true to yourself.
She kisses his cheek and starts softly singing Flynn’s song to him, changing a few of the words.
Eli est une telle bête.
De son corps je veux me régaler.
Il devrait prendre sa femme, la faire crier.
Emmenez-la au lit et faites-la...
Unable to take any more of this, Eli kissed her hard on the lips. Standing up, he picked her up in his arms and carried her off to their room. As they disappear Charlie can be heard singing the song’s chorus.
He's an all Canadian Boy.
An all Canadian boy.
He's an all Canadian boy.
An all Canadian boy.