Ghouls, Jobs, The

The Ghouls
 * - by Razas

 Chapter 3: Jobs 

We enter the scene once again with our fearsome foursome about to have a bit of night elf. The meat wagon had just come by, and rumbles off into the distance. The frightful four are eating noisily when not speaking.  Tony: Dear Arthas, I could eat night elves all day.... Hmm, that's not a half-  Everyone but Tony: Stop right there Tony!  Albert: By the Shadow, Tony, you're crazed. How could you have gotten by in life with a drive like that?  Tony: *Grinning wide* Male prostitute, my friend.  Various groans, along with an "I'm eating here, ya sicko," from Jeff.  Jeff: You are one sick ghoul, Tony. And there are a lot of sick ghouls. That's horrible. I can't imagine myself ever doing that.  <BR>Tony: Nothing wrong with what I did! What's so good about your job, Jeff? <BR> <BR>Jeff: I was a gardener. Not a dirty job like yours, jeez. I still can't believe you did that. My job was wholesome, Tony... <BR> <BR>Tony: Wholesome, sure. 7 hours of backbreaking work for low pay, in a blazing sun. Naaaaah.... I think I'll pass. What about you, Albert? <BR> <BR>Albert: Erm.... Stratholme Guard. *eyes are shifty* <BR> <BR>Jeff: I'm going to have to call KODO CRAP! on that. Such a load of Kodo Crap. <BR> <BR>Tony: Can't be worse... or better... than my job, Albert. <BR> <BR>Albert: Oh yeah it can. Fine, you want to know? I picked up after the horses during the parades, and cleaned the streets. Light, I hated that job. <BR> <BR>Jeff: I can imagine, that job is total crap. <BR> <BR>Tony: I agree, must have stunk like hell. <BR> <BR>The two ghouls laugh, as Albert turns a dark green. <BR> <BR>Albert: Laugh all ya want! I'm not doin it anymore, this gig is 500 times better than what I was doin before. I even got to eat my old boss. <BR> <BR>Tony: Yeah, that is one perk of this job. Eat anyone you don't like. Well, except Alex, no one likes him, but we keep him around anyway. <BR> <BR>Alex: Yeah, Yeah, Tony, least I wasn't as diseased as our plagued buddies in the Scholomance. <BR> <BR>Jeff and Albert: Tony, you just got buuuurrnnnedd... <BR> <BR>Tony: Eh, comes with the job. *grin, and tears off a piece of meat and gulps it down* Anyway, Alex, what did you do? <BR> <BR>Alex: I was an artist. <BR> <BR>General noises of disdain and mockery. <BR> <BR>Albert: Dude, no wonder you're so creepy. I don't think even the necromancers were artists.... and they give me the willies. <BR> <BR>Jeff: You get the willies from the necromancers? I dunno, I think some of 'em are kinda cute. <BR> <BR>Albert: Yeah, if you're into that whole "I LOVE DEATH AND DEATH IS FUN FUN FUN!" thing. Well, I guess I am dead, but still... <BR> <BR>Jeff: Ah, what do you know, street sweeper! <BR> <BR>Albert: *tosses a chunk of meat at Jeff* Shut up, gardener! Least I didn't have to work with stupid plants all day! <BR> <BR>Tony: Calm down and eat you two. We all know that you're only mad cause I got more action than you all, while I was on the job. <BR> <BR>Albert and Jeff: *tosses a bone at Tony* Shut up, Tony! <BR> <BR>Alex: I was an artist. I drew portraits for most of the noble families. Are you sure you got more action than me, Tony? <BR> <BR>Tony: The noble families.... wow, and you guys call me crazed... <BR> <BR>General laughter is heard throughout Stratholme. <BR> <BR>End The Ghouls  Chapter 3: Jobs