*Arsene is in his office. He's on the phone talking to his physio* Arsene: Yes........OK.......I understand. *Arsene puts the phone down* Arsene: Oh my God. *He picks up a photo frame of Johan on his desk* Arsene: My poor Johan. What am I to do? *He looks over to the team photo taken at the start of the season* Arsene: It's time to make some calls!!!! *He picks up the phone and dials* Arsene: Hello? Hello is this Alex? Alex: Yes Arsene it is I Alex Song. How can I help you today? Arsene: Alex! How are you feeling!? We need you to play in defence this coming weekend. Alex: I'm sorry Arsene but I'm still finding it hard to walk. I hurt my leg this morning walking the dog and I think I've had a set back. Arsene: If we could just have you down for some gentle training today and work you up for the game this coming Saturday. Alex: I can't walk Arsene. Arsene: Yes but I'll get a car to come pick you up from your house and we can get you training today. Alex: No Arsene, I can't walk. I won't be able to train for a good while. Arsene: NOOOOOOO!!!!!!! *Arsene sobs down the phone* Alex: Arsene? What's wrong? Arsene: It's Johan! He's going to be out for maybe the whole season! What am I to do!!!??? Alex: Dear God.......Arsene....maybe I could try and get better.....I'll give it a go now! Arsene: Will you!? Oh please Alex!!! Alex: Hold on..... *Alex puts the phone on the table and tries to walk towards his kitchen. He falls over* Alex: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGH!!!!!! Arsene: ALEX! Are you OK!? *Alex crawls back to the phone and picks it up* Alex: I'm sorry Arsene, it's no good. Arsene: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! *Arsene slams down the phone* Arsene: I must go see Thomas!!!! *Arsene races out his office and into his car. He drives to Thomas Vermaelen's house. Thomas is in his living room watching 'Cash In The Attic'* Thomas: What a lovely vase. *Suddenly Arsene bursts through his front door* Thomas: Arsene! Jesus man! What are you doing here!? *Arsene has a slightly crazed look on his face, he's sweating and breathing heavily* Thomas: Arsene? *Arsene slowly walks towards Thomas* Thomas: Arsene you're scaring me. Arsene: Thomas, how you feeling, you OK to play at weekend, yeah? Yeah you're OK aren't you, you can play, you're all better now, yes you can play, everythings going to be alright. Thomas: Arsene, I'm making some progress bit, the ankle is still a bit sore. Arsene: We can inject you! Thomas: No Arsene, I don't want to rush back. Injecting me to stop the pain is a bad idea. I want to make sure I'm fully fit. *Arsene smiles and creeps towards Thomas* Thomas: Arsene? What are you doing? You're eyes, what's wrong with them? *Arsene pulls out a needle from his pocket* Thomas: Arsene! No! Get away!!!! You are not yourself!!!! *Arsene stabs Thomas several times with the needle* Thomas: ARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!! Arsene: Make you better!!!! I'll make you better!!! Thomas: Arsene please!!! I'm bleeding!!!!! *Arsene stabs Thomas in the cheek*
LMFAO!!!! Arsene has gone AWOL!!!! what will thomas do! Will he make it out of there or will be become a pin cushion!!!!!
