As Marc's wonderful assistant, he was begging for me to not leave his side. Here's a summary of what happened:
Marc: Lucian, please don't leave. I need you to plug in my laptop, get me a napkin and look up the number for 411.
Lucian: But I have to get back to the city for miscellaneous, random, yet important reasons.
-Marc inches close to the top of the stairs-
Marc: I'll do it! I'll do it if you leave! I'll do it if you don't put the toothpaste on my toothbrush before you leave!
Lucian: No you won't!
-Inches closer-
Marc: Yes, I will! And dammit!! You need to turn the lights on!
Lucian: They're on.
-Marc flips them off... and inches closer to the edge of the stairs--
Marc: Now, they're not! Don't leave!!
Lucian: Yeah, right! I have to go!
-Marc slowly slid one foot over the edge and shifted his weight.... etc. He quickly reached the bottom of the stairs.
Lucian: Oh my god!!
Marc: Ow!! Now you CAN'T LEAVE!! HAHAHAHHAA!
Lucian: You crazy a**hole!
Marc: You're fired!! --- AFTER I've healed!
--And I took him to the ER instead of going back to the city. Oh, how dramatic he can be!--
All of Yours,
Lucian
Updated On: 6/24/04 at 08:10 PM