Before black Friday there was the darkest of Thursdays

[jRuutu 2,475]

The locker room of Moscow Menace is dead quiet. The team has just lost Game Two to Davos on the home ice, the game did not go well for Moscow. The silence is interrupted by a strong scent: Gucci Flora Gorgeous Gardenia Eau de Parfum - the favorite perfume of the Moscow Menace GM Euron Leonidas. Almost as if the laws of physics have been switched, the perfume and scent travel before Euron Leonidas. One player at a time picks up on the scent, and as they do they look around to see whether others have realized what is about to happen. One by one, each player stands up to get ready to greet Euron. The memories of the poor performance on the ice started to make room for fear. There was no telling how Euron would react or what Euron would do.

 

"You absolutely donkeys" screams Euron Leonidas as one of his assistants kicks in the door for him. "This game was one of the worst performances I have ever seen from you.  We had 33 shots, but scored zero goals, ZERO GOALS! How is that possible? I beg you, could someone please help me to understand what happened today?".  Everybody in the locker room appeared to stare into the distance, nobody wanted to speak in fear of angering Euron even more, but then Jarmo Ruutu raised his hand to signal he would like to say something. One of Eurons assistants tapped Euron on the shoulder and pointed towards Jarmo Ruutu. Euron turned around towards Jarmo and said: "Speak".   Jarmo Ruutu started to clear his throat, he kept coughing and coughing, it appeared Jarmo was choking, but he gave a thumbs up to signal he was ok as one of the physios walked to check in on him. "Their powerplay was too lethal today," said Jarmo while still coughing. "We had our changes but it was not our night".

 

Euron Leonidas did not say anything. As he stared Jarmo Ruutu down Euron took an apple juice box from his pocket. He instructed one of his assistants to come and hold it for him, so he could suck the juice from the straw while keeping his hands in his pants pockets. Euron sucked every last drop of the juice before he walked right in front of Jarmo Ruutu. "Hmm," said Euron while he nodded his head a few times. "Yeah, it is true, their powerplay was good today."

 

Then Euron Leonidas signaled to his assistants that it was time to leave. Then Euron Leonidas walked out of the room. The Gucci Flora Gorgeous Gardenia Eau de Parfum had disappeared completely as Euron left, only sweat and apple juice could be smelled. Each player looked visibly relieved. They knew Euron would let the Moscow players prepare for Game Three in peace without giving them too much of a hard time, but what will happen if Moscow Menace does not win Game Three? Every player in the locker room knew it would not be good.

 

[Spartan 4,530]

I love apple juice

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On 11/29/2024 at 7:57 PM, jRuutu said:

I beg you, could someone please help me to understand what happened today?