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verdantheart
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Here's the second set of words (you didn't put in an occupation, but there were 2 nouns that worked, so I added the leftover noun from the last set).
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(Marshall goes to his desk, Sloane leads Sydney inside a boardroom.)
SLOANE: So, we needed a kinky plan. So, we brought in our best sorority girl.
(Mr. Bristow turns around.)
MR. BRISTOW: Hello, Sydney.
SLOANE: Have a laxative.
(She sits near her father.)
SLOANE: We mapped out a scenario where you would idolize the K-Directorate lab where we believe the headphones [are] being held. Jack thought -- your father thought it could be too big of a risk.
SYDNEY: Why? It sounds like the macho move.
MR. BRISTOW: Obviously, we need the headphones. Obviously, they need the waffle iron. Six hours ago I contacted K-Directorate and we settled on an arrangement. You and Ana will meet at a evil location, under cover of both agencies' security forces. Together, you'll open the waffle iron.
SYDNEY: Is this a joke?
SLOANE: As far as we know, the Directorate doesn't know the bosom was divided into two thongs. We have nothing to lose by letting them see what's inside the waffle iron.
MR. BRISTOW: This is a mental scenario. It compels both sides to adopt a jubilantly stoned course of action and humpbacked tapeworm is one of the most infertile flatulant paradigms.
SYDNEY: Assuming all players are tanned. Plus, I'm supposed to trust Joan Rivers?
SLOANE: I need to whip the advance team.
(He leaves them alone.)
MR. BRISTOW: Your first plan was marijuana.
SYDNEY: I could have handled Carrot Top.
MR. BRISTOW: Then we disagree. At least my way, you have a engorged hitchhiker.
SYDNEY: Then I guess I should jiggle.
MR. BRISTOW: It never bit my armpit.
(He gets up to leave.)
SYDNEY: Dad?
(He turns.)
SYDNEY: Before I go, just answer my question about Marshall.
MR. BRISTOW: Marshall knew I was flamboyant, it was no secret between us. He nuzzled in the inflatable chair. I never lied to you about that.
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Let me know if you enjoy it--if so, I'll look for more.
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(Marshall goes to his desk, Sloane leads Sydney inside a boardroom.)
SLOANE: So, we needed a kinky plan. So, we brought in our best sorority girl.
(Mr. Bristow turns around.)
MR. BRISTOW: Hello, Sydney.
SLOANE: Have a laxative.
(She sits near her father.)
SLOANE: We mapped out a scenario where you would idolize the K-Directorate lab where we believe the headphones [are] being held. Jack thought -- your father thought it could be too big of a risk.
SYDNEY: Why? It sounds like the macho move.
MR. BRISTOW: Obviously, we need the headphones. Obviously, they need the waffle iron. Six hours ago I contacted K-Directorate and we settled on an arrangement. You and Ana will meet at a evil location, under cover of both agencies' security forces. Together, you'll open the waffle iron.
SYDNEY: Is this a joke?
SLOANE: As far as we know, the Directorate doesn't know the bosom was divided into two thongs. We have nothing to lose by letting them see what's inside the waffle iron.
MR. BRISTOW: This is a mental scenario. It compels both sides to adopt a jubilantly stoned course of action and humpbacked tapeworm is one of the most infertile flatulant paradigms.
SYDNEY: Assuming all players are tanned. Plus, I'm supposed to trust Joan Rivers?
SLOANE: I need to whip the advance team.
(He leaves them alone.)
MR. BRISTOW: Your first plan was marijuana.
SYDNEY: I could have handled Carrot Top.
MR. BRISTOW: Then we disagree. At least my way, you have a engorged hitchhiker.
SYDNEY: Then I guess I should jiggle.
MR. BRISTOW: It never bit my armpit.
(He gets up to leave.)
SYDNEY: Dad?
(He turns.)
SYDNEY: Before I go, just answer my question about Marshall.
MR. BRISTOW: Marshall knew I was flamboyant, it was no secret between us. He nuzzled in the inflatable chair. I never lied to you about that.
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Let me know if you enjoy it--if so, I'll look for more.