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Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Monday, 11/19

George Michael Bluth was at work today and enjoying every minute of it. He was in a good mood, and thinking of a certain someone while he chopped nuts and melted chocolate.

And Eddie wasn't bothering him a bit. Actually Eddie looked drunk, wobbling around like he needed a cane or something. That just looked weird so George Michael didn't concentrate too much on the seagull.

His portable mini-heater was running and he put in his earplugs, rocking out with Madonna's Papa Don't Preach. Gotta love the 80's.

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He's here to sell you a banana.

Joanna approached the stand. She was wearing a very plush fur coat. Yes, many an animal died so she could look stunning.

"I want a banana. And I want it hot. Can you do that for me?"

Oh my god. George Michael hasn't seen Joanna since they played Pimp Mama whips bad boi-ho. Okay. That's what he called it.

He swallowed convulsively and blinked. "But... Joanna, the, uh, bananas are frozen." He couldn't think of a hot banana. Dear god.

"And what, you don't have a microwave in this little shack?" Her eyes narrowed.

"Um. But Joanna, um, the chocolate and nuts won't stick as well. It's just a banana thing. You have to get it right for it to work. It takes practice. Dedication. The love for a banana."

"Can't you stick the thing in a cup? Drizzle the chocolate on? I don't care if the nuts get messy."

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George Michael stood there staring at her ~~while his mun is dead from laughing~~ and all her fur. Fake? He didn't think so.

"I... just have a hot pot."

"Well, get to heating. I don't have all day." Joanna rolled her eyes and petted her coat.

"But... there is chocolate in my hot pot. You, uh, want me to soak a banana in it for a few minutes?"

"Do you need me to tell you how to run your business? Figure it out!" To think, she had actually come here thinking that maybe there could be more than just a banana in her future.

He jumped. "No!" he shoved a frozen banana in his pot of chocolate and started to stir it, beating it against the sides of the pot. "I'll give it to you however you want it! I am Mr. Manager!"

"Mr. Manager? Indeed." Joanna chuckled in a totally suggestive way.

"Yes, Mr. Manager," he said in a tone that suggested there would be no arguing about it.

Pause.

Did she... like that? His tone? His stance?

"Does Mr. Manager like to be in charge?" Joanna asked, leaning on the counter.

"Mr. Manager always likes to be in charge," he responded low, staring at her. Joanna's poor banana was getting beat all to hell.

"I can think of other ways to heat up Mr. Manager's banana. Would you like that?" God, banana innuendo, it never gets old.

"What? Oh." How did she always manage to tounge-tie him? George Michael was always at his best when he was role-playing. He could say anything he wanted then. "Mr. Manager requires overtime and extra care when heating his banana. He likes it hot."

"Oh? And would Mr. Manager like to have his banana heated now?" She peered over the counter, wondering if there was any private area inside the shack.

Oh my god. Oh dear god. Oh holy mother of everything that was holy. "Mr. Manager would like to have his banana heated." But... "Mr. Managers girlfriend might not like for his banana to be heated."

"Mr. Manager has a girlfriend? Well, we'll just have to make sure she doesn't find out now won't we?" She stuck a finger in her mouth.

Joanna was impressed. George Michael's role playing skills were getting better. She wouldn't have thought to incorporate a fake girlfriend. It really turned her on.

"But how are we supposed to do that? She could come walking up to the counter at any moment. She could even demand to warm Mr. Manager's banana herself."

"The shack has locks, doesn't it? Perhaps Mr. Manager needs to take a quick break... or a long one. You are, after all, very much in charge of the situation."

"Of course. This stand is well protected against... banana thieves," he said and took a step back from the counter.

"Mr. Manager's girlfriend is going to be pissed. Then hurt. Then maybe pissed again. Then maybe she will take a knife to Mr. Manager's banana."

Joanna pouted. "Well, if Mr. Manager thinks he isn't man enough to keep it secret, I guess he'll just have live with a cold banana for now. Pitty, I'm frightfully low on potassium at the moment."

This playing hard to get thing was really getting her going.

George Michael could play hard to get. He could play hard to get very well.

Cold bananas. Mr. Manager didn't like cold bananas. "Mr. Manager's banana... might not be ripe enough yet." It was, but that's beside the point.

"I prefer my banana's green," she said with a wink.

Joanna leaned further over the counter. "I can make this so worth Mr. Manager's while if he wants."

Gulp.

"Mr. Manager has a girlfriend. Mr. Manager is pretty sure of that fact because he is thinking of her right now."

He might be thinking of cash too. He sure could use it.

"Well you can keep thinking of her while I'm providing my service to Mr. Manager. It will be fun. And profitable."

"How... profitable?" That was the important question, right? That could be understood. He was a slave for money.

"Mr. Manager is in charge, we could easily just double the amount from last time, if he so desires." Joanna didn't worry, she always carried a huge wad of cash.

Four hundred dollars. Four hundred dollars is a lot of money for his banana to get hot. His girlfriend would understand, wouldn't she?

George Michaels shoulders slumped. "No. Mr. Manager is not in complete control here. He... can't let you have at his banana."

"Would it only be four hundred dollars? I thought it was eight. It could be eight hundred. I need it that bad."

Joanna was starting to get slightly concerned.

Eight hundred? No fair. She wasn't playing fair. He could buy him a... scooter thing. Just like his Uncle GOB owned.

"Mr. Manager can't speak for himself anymore," he squeaked out.

Joanna straightened up. "Are you serious?"

He lost it. "YesIhaveagirlfriend!"

"You have a girlfriend and you let me go on like that? You led me on! You should be ashamed!" Joanna was livid.

"Well you wouldn't shut up and I didn't want to be rude!" Aaaaa!

"I wouldn't..." Joanna got very quiet. "Keep the banana. It's not big enough to satisfy my hunger anyway."

She turned and started to walk away.

"Yeah, well, you know that's not true!" George Michael stammered out. "This stand holds the biggest banana ever! I bet you could only make it... half hot because it's so big." So there.

Without looking back, Joanna extended and arm and flipped George Michael off.

That was it. No more bananas for Joanna Stayton ever!

Edited 2007-11-20 00:20 (UTC)

Mod getting one, mod paying for it, sit and enjoy it.

Man, that song is stuck in my head and I don't know why!

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