Mike paced back and forth in front of a crowd of techies, flashlight in hand.
"Listen to me," he said, "the actors are the enemy. Defeating them should be easy, however they are well trained in stage combat so we may face some difficulties. If you get a chance to tape down their arms, all they'll have are their jazz squares. Trip them and they don't stand a chance. Here's the plan, tonight we switch out their costumes and swap the sets. Tomorrow, we fight. These are your weapons." He held up his flashlight and a toll of tech tape. "Use them wisely. Now go! We have a lot of work to do!"
The army of techies scattered as Mike shooed them away. He stood in silence on the empty stage and smiled. It was almost time. Finally, once and for all, the techies would reign triumphant.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
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