Ghouls, Jobs, The

The Ghouls
:- by Razas
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Chapter 3: Jobs
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We enter the scene once again with our fearsome foursome about to have a bit of night elf. The meat wagon has just come by, and rumbles off into the distance. The frightful four are eating noisily when not speaking. 
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<BR>Tony: Dear Arthas, I could eat night elves all day. Hmm, that's not a half- 
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<BR>Everyone but Tony: Stop right there, Tony! 
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<BR>Albert: By the Shadow, Tony, you're crazed. How could you have gotten by in life with a drive like that? 
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<BR>Tony: *Grinning wide* Male prostitute, my friend. 
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<BR>Various groans, along with an "I'm eating here, ya sicko," from Jeff. 
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<BR>Jeff: You are one sick ghoul, Tony. And there are a lot of sick ghouls. That's horrible. I can't imagine myself ever doing that. 
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<BR>Tony: Nothing wrong with what I did! What's so good about your job, Jeff? 
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<BR>Jeff: I was a gardener. Not a dirty job like yours, jeez. I still can't believe you did that. My job was wholesome, Tony... 
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<BR>Tony: Wholesome, sure. Seven hours of backbreaking work for low pay, in a blazing sun. Naaaaah.... I think I'll pass. What about you, Albert? 
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<BR>Albert: Erm.... Stratholme Guard. *eyes are shifty* 
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<BR>Jeff: I'm going to have to call KODO CRAP! on that. Such a load of Kodo Crap. 
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<BR>Tony: Can't be worse ... or better ... than my job, Albert. 
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<BR>Albert: Oh, yeah it can. Fine, you want to know? I picked up after the horses during the parades, and cleaned the streets. Light, I hated that job. 
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<BR>Jeff: I can imagine. That job is total crap. 
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<BR>Tony: I agree, must have stunk like hell. 
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<BR>The two ghouls laugh, as Albert turns a dark green. 
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<BR>Albert: Laugh all ya want! I'm not doin' it anymore. This gig is 500 times better than what I was doin' before. I even got to eat my old boss. 
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<BR>Tony: Yeah, that is one perk of this job. Eat anyone you don't like. Well, except Alex, no one likes him, but we keep him around anyway. 
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<BR>Alex: Yeah, yeah, Tony, least I wasn't as diseased as our plagued buddies in the Scholomance. 
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<BR>Jeff and Albert: Tony, you just got buuuurrnnnedd... 
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<BR>Tony: Eh, comes with the job. *grin, and tears off a piece of meat and gulps it down* Anyway, Alex, what did you do? 
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<BR>Alex: I was an artist. 
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<BR>General noises of disdain and mockery. 
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<BR>Albert: Dude, no wonder you're so creepy. I don't think even the necromancers were artists ... and they give me the willies. 
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<BR>Jeff: You get the willies from the necromancers? I dunno, I think some of 'em are kinda cute. 
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<BR>Albert: Yeah, if you're into that whole "I LOVE DEATH AND DEATH IS FUN FUN FUN!" thing. Well, I guess I am dead, but still ... 
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<BR>Jeff: Ah, what do you know, street sweeper! 
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<BR>Albert: *tosses a chunk of meat at Jeff* Shut up, gardener! Least I didn't have to work with stupid plants all day! 
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<BR>Tony: Calm down and eat you two. We all know that you're only mad cause I got more action than you all, while I was on the job. 
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<BR>Albert and Jeff: *tosses a bone at Tony* Shut up, Tony! 
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<BR>Alex: I was an artist. I drew portraits for most of the noble families. Are you sure you got more action than me, Tony? 
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<BR>Tony: The noble families ... wow, and you guys call me crazed ... 
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<BR>General laughter is heard throughout Stratholme. 
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<BR>End The Ghouls Chapter 3: Jobs
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