Dodgeball

  Agent 54 here again.  Gyms and Fitness centers can be a treasure trove of information for the NSA.  We bugged the Globo-Gym owned by White Goodman so we could listen in on his tryouts for his feared Globo-Gym Dodgeball team.

(Boing! The sound of a dodgeball bouncing off the head of a dodgeball player)

B.O.B.:  Ha Ha Ha Ha your out, man eye really nailed ya, get it, get it?

White:  NO, NO, NO, what do you think you’re doing?  You can’t throw your eye at people.  There’s no disassembling and reassembling yourself  in dodgeball!

B.O.B.:  Gee Mr. Whiteman, eye didn’t see that in the rule book.  Get it, eye didn’t see…

White:  (angrily) The name is Goodman.  Mr. White Goodman to you, Blahhhb and it, it, it doesn’t have to be in the rule book.  What are you some kind of rule book ninja?  You know all the rules?  What are you a rule book committee man, or person, or thing?

B.O.B.:  Eye just thought eye could be an asset to the team.  Get it? Ha Ha,  Eye slay myself.

White:  (angrily)  No, No, No this isn’t working.  This isn’t going to work.  This doesn’t work for me.  You’re gone!  Pack your,,,pack your,,,pack something and get the hell out of here.

B.O.B.:  (Crying)  Oh please Mr. Goodman, you just can’t kick me off the team after only 5 seconds.  Playing DodgeBall on the Globo-Gym DodgeBall team has been my only dream since,,,since,,,hey is that a rainbow out the window?  You know they say Unicorns hang out by rainbows.  (Not crying)  I gotta go catch a Unicorn!  See ya Mr. Whiteman! (sound of gym door slamming).

White: (angrily)  That’s it!  Monsters!  Aliens! What’s next, Vampires?  No, that’s it, no more open try-outs.   
    

Uh, I’m not sure what we learned from that one.

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