All copyright/credits etc etc go to Lady Eowyn (who has betrayed us and gone to ja606) *Samir has come to see Arsene in his office. He knocks on the door* Arsene: COME!!! *Samir opens the door and goes in* Samir: Arsene, I've come to ask...... *Arsene is sitting at his desk, wearing nothing but his pants. Arsene smiles at Samir* Arsene: Hello Samir, take a seat. *Samir slowly sits down* Samir: Why are you just wearing your pants Arsene? Arsene: It's the hip thing at the moment. All the cool kids are doing it, wearing just pants. I've been reading this 'Heat' magazine. *Arsene whips out his magazine* Arsene: Look, there's Justin Timberlake in his pants, Justin Bieber in his pants, the bald green grocer from Masterchef wearing just his pants. Samir: Let me see here. *Samir takes the magazine* Samir: They are all promoting some charity thing, it's all for charity for just this issue of the magazine. Arsene: I don't follow you. Samir: They don't just wear their pants around the town and that! Arsene: Oh. Maybe I should change. Samir: Good idea. *Arsene starts to take off his pants* Samir: What are you doing!? Arsene: Right, ok, I'll change later. Anyway my boy, what can I do for you!? Samir: Well, this whole contract business. I would like to sign Arsene, I really would, but I just want clarification that we're gonna sign some big players this Summer. *Arsene brings out a file* Arsene: Samir, I thought you might feel this way. Have a look here. Here are just a few examples of the many big players I plan to bring in this Summer. Samir: Brilliant! *Samir takes the file* Samir: It's empty. Arsene: What? Oh wait! That's the wrong file! Sorry! Here's the right file. *Arsene hands Samir a small piece of paper, Samir reads it* Samir: Amaury Bischoff. Arsene: Yes! *Samir flips over the paper* Samir: That's it. Amaury Bischoff. But he was here not too long ago. He was rubbish. Arsene: He's a winner Samir and he's going to help us win many a trophy! Samir: Is there no one else on your radar? *Arsene goes red* Arsene: Ermmm, wait, let me see. There's more, somewhere here. *Arsene lifts papers on his desk and grabs a piece of paper, he drops it on the floor* Arsene: Ooops, let me just pick it up! *Arsene goes under his desk to retrieve the paper* Samir: Well I'm glad to hear it's not just Bischoff, I was hoping for more. *Arsene is still under the desk* Samir: Arsene? *Arsene comes back up* Arsene: Yes! There is more! *Arsene hands over the paper to Samir* Samir: Messi. Arsene: Yes! Samir: Arsene have you just written Messi on the paper there just now? *Arsene goes red* Arsene: What!? No! Of course not! *Samir rubs the ink* Samir: It's still wet. Arsene: You just have sweaty hands! Mr old sweaty hands! Hoho! *Samir throws the paper at Arsene* Arsene: OH! Samir: Arsene, I'm leaving, I'm leaving the office and I'm leaving Arsenal. *Samir gets up to leave. Arsene quickly grabs the phone and makes a quick call* Arsene: NO! Wait Samir! Messi is coming! I promise! Samir: Yeah!? I don't believe you! *There's a knock on the door* Arsene: Come in! *In walks Theo* Theo: Hello Samir, I am Lionel Messi. I would very much like to play with you at Arsenal. Arsene: THEO! You were meant to be in costume! And why do you have a falsh moustache on!!!! Theo: Does Messi not have a moustache? Arsene: NO! *Theo takes off the moustache* Theo: Hello Samir, I am Lionel Messi. I would very much like to play with you at Arsenal.
