[Eric Dane is having either a late lunch or an early dinner.]
Eric Dane:
I can guarantee you that I'm totes not the Question Mark in question this time.
[He take a bite of sandwhich.]
Eric Dane: [chewing]
That is to say, unless I am. Because that'd make the most sense, amirite? Beat the Champ, beat the Number One Contender, and then become World Heavyweight Red Crown of The Universe or whatever based on pure merit.
[The Only Star slurps at a straw, washing down his tasty sam'mich.]
Eric Dane:
But I'm totally not. Totes McGotes, one-hundred percent not the mystery guy.
[Smirk.]
Eric Dane:
However. It would take a fair amount less effort to beat up a little girl in an ugly mask than it would to beat up the entire roster of mask-wearing weirdos, and the ends would easily justify the means.
[Shrug.]
Eric Dane:
Nah, totally not me.
[Thumbs up.]
Eric Dane:
Unless it is. Who the fuck knows, right?
[End.]
Eric Dane:
I can guarantee you that I'm totes not the Question Mark in question this time.
[He take a bite of sandwhich.]
Eric Dane: [chewing]
That is to say, unless I am. Because that'd make the most sense, amirite? Beat the Champ, beat the Number One Contender, and then become World Heavyweight Red Crown of The Universe or whatever based on pure merit.
[The Only Star slurps at a straw, washing down his tasty sam'mich.]
Eric Dane:
But I'm totally not. Totes McGotes, one-hundred percent not the mystery guy.
[Smirk.]
Eric Dane:
However. It would take a fair amount less effort to beat up a little girl in an ugly mask than it would to beat up the entire roster of mask-wearing weirdos, and the ends would easily justify the means.
[Shrug.]
Eric Dane:
Nah, totally not me.
[Thumbs up.]
Eric Dane:
Unless it is. Who the fuck knows, right?
[End.]