Mr. Adamson 20 - Occupying with Mr. Adamson.
"I must see him now!" Shouts Mr. Adamson
"Look I said that's not a good idea" says the Ray.
"Who is there? Is it visitors? I've not had any visitors in ages. Stranger, come to see me!" Booms the voice of the occupier again.
"Look, now he wants to see me, it'd be rude not to turn down an invite" Says Mr. Adamson.
The Ray nods once, and slowly walks down the corridor. Mr. Adamson follows, both are in silence. They pass several small doors, until a large door can be seen. They both walk up to it, the Ray points at the door, and nods again. Mr. Adamson pushes the white door, it swings open.
"Look, you need to stop that smoke and," Starts Mr. Adamson. The occupier starts to weep, and covering his face with his hands. The dark figure of the occupier is facing away from Mr. Adamson.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout", replies Mr. Adamson, The weeping of the occupier stops.
"It's just that ." Mr. Adamson freezes as the occupier quickly turns around, lowering his hands from his face. This reveals the occupier's square thoughtless eyes, and his emotionless grey face. The eyes cause Mr. Adamson to freeze in fear.
The occupier doesn't move.
"No!!" Shouts Mr. Adamson, "Stay there!"
The occupier still hasn't moved.
"Get off!" He continues shouting in fear. "Get off me! Leave me alone."
Still the occupier hasn't moved, and keeps the same vacant look from across the room.
"Don't you." Mr. Adamson freezes mid sentence again.
"Sorry sir. I shall not shout again." Says Mr. Adamson in a monotonic voice.
"What do you wish me to do sir?" he continues. "I shall. Why thank you."
The occupier has still not moved, and not muttered a single word.
Mr. Adamson now turns to leave. He now also has the same vacant eyes and grey face. He walks through the door.
The Ray nods as he leaves. Mr. Adamson walks down the corridor slowly.
He eventually walks out the building towards his car.
Suddenly a strange voice starts talking, As the voice talks the colour and expression returns to Mr. Adamson's face.
"Ah ring ding ding. Ah ringa dinga ding. Vroom vroom."
Mr. Adamson swishes his head round.
"Shit! Fucking embarrassing ring tone. Pissing crazy frog." Mr. Adamson says naturally.
"I'm FREE!" he screams. Mr. Adamson picks the phone out of his pocket and answers it, in his nitro-man voice he says:
"Thanks Vikki Lee, I think you just saved my life."
"Well big boy, I suppose every good deed gets rewarded" says the voice on the other end of the phone.
"In that case I guess I have a lot of rewards coming my way then."
"Are you still all right for tonight? Only there's a slight problem."
"Why, your not married are you? or a lesbian like that Lindsay Lohan are you? Who's all like 'look at me look at me, buy my stuff' and your like "ooh you look kinda hot wearing that skinny little dress' then she's like 'Don't look at me I'm a lesbian' She makes me sick. Anyway I can go out no probs."
"No I'm single and straight all right, just that all my money and clothes got burnt last night. The fireman said that I can't go in my flat yet, so I was wondering if ..."
Mr. Adamson jesters upwards, and mouths the words:
"Thank you God" He replies with:
"Of course you can, no problems there."
"By then, see you later."
"See you at seven then."
Mr. Adamson then hangs up and puts the phone back in his pocket.
"Phew, that's a relief. At least I don't have to get changed too. And giving money away so she can rent another place, how nice of me. At least I hope that's what she meant."
Mr. Adamson opens his car and gets in. He then starts the engine.
"Car. Ring Richie" Shouts Mr. Adamson to the car.
"Ringing, Rich tea" replies the car in grumpy sat-nav woman voice.
"No, cancel, stop, hang up" Shouts Mr. Adamson, peeved off at the computers mistake.
"Stopping engine" the car computer says as the engine stops.
"Fucking car" Mr. Adamson mutters to himself.
"Searching for fucking car, found, carporn.com, preview clip, 'I went on the internet and found this', Would you like to view?" Asks the car, with a clip of Jeremy Clarkson.
"No! Internet off!!" Shouts Mr. Adamson in a panic.
"The last thing I need is Jeremy Clarkson finding pictures of naked men man loving their range rover. Car, Ring Rich-ie!" He mumbles, then shouts, trying again.
"Auto drive of Richie ring road"
"He has his own ring road? I suppose that will do." Mutters a confused Mr. Adamson.
"Searching, hill poo, no results found"
"Good, now SHUT UP!"
"Entering shut up mode. Would you like to continue?"
"Yes"
"Silence mode active"
"It's about time"
"Time is five, fifty-five PM"
"ARRRRGH!"