Post by Sensation/Monk on Aug 14, 2007 1:30:57 GMT -5
*Monk and Sensation arrive in front of the Sydney Opera House. A large crowd is standing around outside with signs reading things like "Vice Will Get Blazed", "EPW-Extremely Pitiful Wrestlers" "I PAID TO SEE THUNDER" "Cairo stole my beer" and "Monk's Gonna' Kill You". As Monk and Sensation step out of their rental car, the crowd goes nuts and begins to rush them. Monk looks disgusted as Kevin smiles and lights a cigarette. Monk slaps it out of his mouth causing a surprised look come over Sensation's face.*
Monk: That shit will kill you. No more.
Kevin: Damn. Alright. Whatever you say.
*The crowd tries shoving notebooks and pens at Monk and Sensation. Sensation seems glad to sign autographs but Monk cuts straight through the crowd. The camera follows Monk closely keeping steady right in front of him.*
Monk: You see these people? These sheep? This means nothing. The approval, the fans, the cheers, the boos. Means shit. It can all change in a moment. They are fickle.color]
*Monk reaches a back door to the Opera House and Sensation sneaks in quietly behind him. Security blocks off the crowd.*
Monk: The reason is that they've all been spoonfed what to think. What to feel. Who to cheer for, what shows to watch, what music to listen to, how to dress, what to drive, who to vote for. This is the MTV/Viacom generation. This was Generation X. These were the Baby Boomers. Any age, any group, it's all the same. You've got your labels. You've got your your jocks, your yuppies, artists, *looks back at Sensation* you've got your nerds. You've got your outcasts, and that...that's a whole club to itself.
*Kevin is walking a few steps behind Monk with his head sort of low. His will is breaking and it's obvious by looking at him. Monk is intense staring straight into the camera.*
Monk: You've got your rich pieces of shit who have their little social clubs that only those they deem elite are welcomed in to. On the other hand, you've got your losers...punks, goths, nerds...who think they're above all that. It's the same shit, just different clothes and music. The way to transcend it is to shut the hell up and stop caring. Apathy is the cure. Apathy is the key to nirvana. Apathy for what others think of you, fans, friends, family, enemies...Apathy for what happens to those same people. Apathy for the carnage you cause righting wrongs.
*Monk stops suddenly and grabs Sensation by the back of his neck pulling him close.*
Monk: Tomorrow night, Tribulation, this man comes one step closer. Cairo, Biohazard, you're just a test, but tomorrow night, we'll be just as violent as if you were an emergency.
*Monk let's go of Sensation as the camera cuts off.*
Monk: That shit will kill you. No more.
Kevin: Damn. Alright. Whatever you say.
*The crowd tries shoving notebooks and pens at Monk and Sensation. Sensation seems glad to sign autographs but Monk cuts straight through the crowd. The camera follows Monk closely keeping steady right in front of him.*
Monk: You see these people? These sheep? This means nothing. The approval, the fans, the cheers, the boos. Means shit. It can all change in a moment. They are fickle.color]
*Monk reaches a back door to the Opera House and Sensation sneaks in quietly behind him. Security blocks off the crowd.*
Monk: The reason is that they've all been spoonfed what to think. What to feel. Who to cheer for, what shows to watch, what music to listen to, how to dress, what to drive, who to vote for. This is the MTV/Viacom generation. This was Generation X. These were the Baby Boomers. Any age, any group, it's all the same. You've got your labels. You've got your your jocks, your yuppies, artists, *looks back at Sensation* you've got your nerds. You've got your outcasts, and that...that's a whole club to itself.
*Kevin is walking a few steps behind Monk with his head sort of low. His will is breaking and it's obvious by looking at him. Monk is intense staring straight into the camera.*
Monk: You've got your rich pieces of shit who have their little social clubs that only those they deem elite are welcomed in to. On the other hand, you've got your losers...punks, goths, nerds...who think they're above all that. It's the same shit, just different clothes and music. The way to transcend it is to shut the hell up and stop caring. Apathy is the cure. Apathy is the key to nirvana. Apathy for what others think of you, fans, friends, family, enemies...Apathy for what happens to those same people. Apathy for the carnage you cause righting wrongs.
*Monk stops suddenly and grabs Sensation by the back of his neck pulling him close.*
Monk: Tomorrow night, Tribulation, this man comes one step closer. Cairo, Biohazard, you're just a test, but tomorrow night, we'll be just as violent as if you were an emergency.
*Monk let's go of Sensation as the camera cuts off.*
