PROMO: "You"

[Chuck Woolery]

There is a lone camera set up, facing an empty chair. This is all we see for a few moments, and then Mike Van Siclen walks into the frame, sitting in the chair. He looks straight into the lens, speaking clearly as we watch.

 

"I know that you'll be watching this tape. I know because I'm sending it back to you, because I know you'd love to have me back. I know he's been good to you, and I'm certain that you've been happy on his arm all of the time. I'm sure you're thrilled that you look like a dirty whore on television show after show, and I'll let you know that my arm's been cold without you hanging off of it."

 

Van Siclen smiles. "Maybe he really does think you belong to him. He'd be even more deranged than we all thought then, wouldn't he? I'm sure that by now there are many, many people that think you and him are together. It's a pity that you were mine first, and that no matter what other people may say, you're still mine. I fought for you, I bled for you, I deserve the privelege of having you on my shoulder!"

 

From his pocket, Van Siclen produces a plane ticket. "But fear not. I'm coming back to get you. This Sunday, I will be at Ground Zero. And my first order of business is bringing you back home where you belong. And then, Wildchild, or the Birdman, or whoever wants to come at me can do it! I'm the best man in this federation, and the fact that you're not with me right now is a travesty."

 

Van Siclen sighs. "I know he's taken good care of you, and you might not want to come home. But this is where you belong, dear. And this Sunday in Texas, you're coming home."

 

FADE TO BLACK.

[Mr. S£im Citrus]

Did you just send a "love note" to ten pounds of gold?

 

 

Wait until they find out what happened to your cell phone...

[Angel_Grace_Blue]

That was for the title? I thought Mikey-wikey missed Toddy-woddy.

 

Oh well. I guess "I'm learning so much!"

 

*runs away*

[Hank Kingsley]

Nice ambiguity. I LIKE IT.