Jordaxia
07-08-2004, 01:31
OOC: Remember, Sebastian has a Jamaican accent.
*the titles role, showing Sebastian with a number of celebrity guests taken from the series. The title music, played by a big band, Sebastian’s Crustaceans, is under the sea. As the camera pulls back to show the audience cheer wildly for their favourite lobster, he descends from a large flight of stairs, with a top hat and a cane.*
His interviewers’ desk rises up from the floor, as does the guests seats, and he takes his place. The narrators voice, none other than Neptune himself, announces whose tonights guest will be.
“Today, on Sebastian, we have a very special guest with us today. Slithering in, all the way from Agrabah, the one, the only, Genie of the lamp… Jafar!”
*The audience boos sportingly as sinister music is played by the band. The lights go down as dry ice is released onto the floor. As doors open, lights behind him creating a silhouette, the snake staffs eyes light up menacingly. He gives a maniacal laugh, as he strides over to his seat, where he takes his place. The lights come up to full, and we see Jafar in black Arabic robes. Sebastian applauds him until he sits down, and the interview begins.*
“So, Jafar, It’s a pleasure to see you again, I remember the last time, I believe we were at an animated characters reunion party?”
“Yes, I remember that, most entertaining, we were all a bit drunk by the end of it though, so I don’t remember it too well.” He laughs nervously, as Iago starts to speak.
“A bit drunk? Give us a break! You were absolutely wasted! And don’t forget the spectacle you made in front of everybody when you tried to look up the skirt of that waitress! Jeez, you’d think yo-“
*Iago breaks off abruptly as Jafar grabs him by the beak and flings him against the wall. He turns and smiles towards Sebastian as if nothing has happened.*
“Where were we? Ah, yes, ABJE---- the reunion. Those were good times. We had fun, didn’t we? I remember another time, another good time, on the mountaintop above Agrabah. I was Sultan then, very influential. If you needed something, all you had to do was ring, and Jafar would find it for you… until, “he” appeared.
*Jafar seethes, whilst Sebastian looks on nervously.*
“He ruined everything! You would expect that when you blast someone to the North Pole, they’d at least have the common courtesy to FREEZE to death, wouldn’t you say? That damned street rat! All of my work undone in 10 short minutes! Banished to that accursed lamp with only that fool parrot as a Companion. And what happens? What is his punishment for assaulting beloved Sultan? Nothing! He gets to live his fraudulent lifestyle as Prince Abubu! He’s a con, need I go on? Take it from me.
Sebastian intervenes, obviously concerned about the state of his pilot show.
“But mon, you are fine now, see? Sitting here, giving this interview, shows you are on the way back. So, lets not be dwelling on the past mon. was the flight over interesting?”
“Well, what can we say about the flight? Individual flights are hardly worth taking an exhaustive note of. Service was standard, turbulence was, surprisingly low, meals were awful, as usual. The in-flight movie was not what I was used to. I assure you, Ghostbusters is not the sort of movie I regularly go to see at the Agrabah cinemaplex. The hostesses were fine specimens, if I may be so bold, though I was rather tired, after doing an exhaustive underwear photo shoot.
“Really? Do you have a lot of this kind of work?” Sebastian asked.
“Oh, more than you could appreciate. I’m always getting calls for these jobs. I mean, obviously, they’re just money earners until my next big role, I mean, seriously, who could pass up someone of my acting calibre. Jafar finished this with a flourish, his cape billowing up as if from nowhere.”
Sebastian leafs through his notes, searching for some other questions to ask Jafar. He picks one out, and reads it.
“So, mon. This Iago of yours. Do you get along as well as the movies would suggest, or is there some friction behind the scenes?”
Jafar responds “Good question, Sebastian, I’m glad you asked. No, I and Iago don’t get along as well as our countless movie duos would suggest. He rather thinks that I am the dominant of the two of us, and that the audiences never seem to recognise his talent. I tell him that he’s talking rubbish, that he has no talent to recognise, but he never seems to take it in the spirit that it’s meant. The arguments we get into, where the feathers and the dishes start flying. You should see the palace when we’re done.” He chuckles at his recollection, and continues. “We do get along well, most of the time, watching television together, doing the crosswords. We have quite a secluded life in Agrabah, until Hollywood, and Bollywood, comes calling.
Sebastian again flicks through his notes, looking for the last question. He finds it, and pulls it out.
“Well, Jafar. It’s been lovely having you with us tonight, though I’m afraid we only have a few minutes left. I have one question that I would like to ask before you go though. Given your esteemed movie career, do you think that you will be shooting another movie in Agrabah? Maybe writing an autobiography? To the point, what will you be doing when we see you next?”
Jafar replies “Another excellent question. Having so many offers of huge Hollywood productions flung at me by my agent all the time, I can’t tell you for certain which one will catch my eye next. I do intend to be writing an autobiography, called “The Rise and Rise of Jafar.” In that, It’ll tell you my secret to success, and how to duplicate it. I’ve already begun it, and I can tell you it is a very enjoyable read, if I do say so myself. Of course, not meaning to brag, but it’s one of those things I can say with certainty.
*He smiles at the camera and the audience, then turns back to Sebastian, who finishes up.*
“That’s wonderful, Jafar mon. Well, it’s been fantastic having you with us, Jafar, very nice to see you again. I’d like to thank you again for being here tonight, and I’ll see you at the after party. My drinks on you, right?”
“Haha, I think not.”
*he takes out the snake staff, and pushes it into Sebastian’s face.*
“You will be purchasing drinks for me!” He says, forcefully, to Sebastian.
Sebastian responds dully “I will be purchasing the drinks for you. Good night everyone.”
*As the lights fade, big band playing them out, the narrators voice comes over.
“On next weeks show, we don’t know! If you feel that you, or someone you know, should be interviewed on Sebastian, the number one aquatic interviewer, then drop us a line at 555-SEBASTIAN. Alternatively, e-mail us at w ww.SebastianTV.com/show”
The lights fade to black, and the audience applause does likewise.
OOC: If you want your nations leader, or you have someone humourous enough, then say something, or drop a TG concerning who it is, and Sebastian (not really) will get back to you. Also, this is not something I do often. Quality will (thankfully) rise, as I get more used to conducting interviews. I hope.
*the titles role, showing Sebastian with a number of celebrity guests taken from the series. The title music, played by a big band, Sebastian’s Crustaceans, is under the sea. As the camera pulls back to show the audience cheer wildly for their favourite lobster, he descends from a large flight of stairs, with a top hat and a cane.*
His interviewers’ desk rises up from the floor, as does the guests seats, and he takes his place. The narrators voice, none other than Neptune himself, announces whose tonights guest will be.
“Today, on Sebastian, we have a very special guest with us today. Slithering in, all the way from Agrabah, the one, the only, Genie of the lamp… Jafar!”
*The audience boos sportingly as sinister music is played by the band. The lights go down as dry ice is released onto the floor. As doors open, lights behind him creating a silhouette, the snake staffs eyes light up menacingly. He gives a maniacal laugh, as he strides over to his seat, where he takes his place. The lights come up to full, and we see Jafar in black Arabic robes. Sebastian applauds him until he sits down, and the interview begins.*
“So, Jafar, It’s a pleasure to see you again, I remember the last time, I believe we were at an animated characters reunion party?”
“Yes, I remember that, most entertaining, we were all a bit drunk by the end of it though, so I don’t remember it too well.” He laughs nervously, as Iago starts to speak.
“A bit drunk? Give us a break! You were absolutely wasted! And don’t forget the spectacle you made in front of everybody when you tried to look up the skirt of that waitress! Jeez, you’d think yo-“
*Iago breaks off abruptly as Jafar grabs him by the beak and flings him against the wall. He turns and smiles towards Sebastian as if nothing has happened.*
“Where were we? Ah, yes, ABJE---- the reunion. Those were good times. We had fun, didn’t we? I remember another time, another good time, on the mountaintop above Agrabah. I was Sultan then, very influential. If you needed something, all you had to do was ring, and Jafar would find it for you… until, “he” appeared.
*Jafar seethes, whilst Sebastian looks on nervously.*
“He ruined everything! You would expect that when you blast someone to the North Pole, they’d at least have the common courtesy to FREEZE to death, wouldn’t you say? That damned street rat! All of my work undone in 10 short minutes! Banished to that accursed lamp with only that fool parrot as a Companion. And what happens? What is his punishment for assaulting beloved Sultan? Nothing! He gets to live his fraudulent lifestyle as Prince Abubu! He’s a con, need I go on? Take it from me.
Sebastian intervenes, obviously concerned about the state of his pilot show.
“But mon, you are fine now, see? Sitting here, giving this interview, shows you are on the way back. So, lets not be dwelling on the past mon. was the flight over interesting?”
“Well, what can we say about the flight? Individual flights are hardly worth taking an exhaustive note of. Service was standard, turbulence was, surprisingly low, meals were awful, as usual. The in-flight movie was not what I was used to. I assure you, Ghostbusters is not the sort of movie I regularly go to see at the Agrabah cinemaplex. The hostesses were fine specimens, if I may be so bold, though I was rather tired, after doing an exhaustive underwear photo shoot.
“Really? Do you have a lot of this kind of work?” Sebastian asked.
“Oh, more than you could appreciate. I’m always getting calls for these jobs. I mean, obviously, they’re just money earners until my next big role, I mean, seriously, who could pass up someone of my acting calibre. Jafar finished this with a flourish, his cape billowing up as if from nowhere.”
Sebastian leafs through his notes, searching for some other questions to ask Jafar. He picks one out, and reads it.
“So, mon. This Iago of yours. Do you get along as well as the movies would suggest, or is there some friction behind the scenes?”
Jafar responds “Good question, Sebastian, I’m glad you asked. No, I and Iago don’t get along as well as our countless movie duos would suggest. He rather thinks that I am the dominant of the two of us, and that the audiences never seem to recognise his talent. I tell him that he’s talking rubbish, that he has no talent to recognise, but he never seems to take it in the spirit that it’s meant. The arguments we get into, where the feathers and the dishes start flying. You should see the palace when we’re done.” He chuckles at his recollection, and continues. “We do get along well, most of the time, watching television together, doing the crosswords. We have quite a secluded life in Agrabah, until Hollywood, and Bollywood, comes calling.
Sebastian again flicks through his notes, looking for the last question. He finds it, and pulls it out.
“Well, Jafar. It’s been lovely having you with us tonight, though I’m afraid we only have a few minutes left. I have one question that I would like to ask before you go though. Given your esteemed movie career, do you think that you will be shooting another movie in Agrabah? Maybe writing an autobiography? To the point, what will you be doing when we see you next?”
Jafar replies “Another excellent question. Having so many offers of huge Hollywood productions flung at me by my agent all the time, I can’t tell you for certain which one will catch my eye next. I do intend to be writing an autobiography, called “The Rise and Rise of Jafar.” In that, It’ll tell you my secret to success, and how to duplicate it. I’ve already begun it, and I can tell you it is a very enjoyable read, if I do say so myself. Of course, not meaning to brag, but it’s one of those things I can say with certainty.
*He smiles at the camera and the audience, then turns back to Sebastian, who finishes up.*
“That’s wonderful, Jafar mon. Well, it’s been fantastic having you with us, Jafar, very nice to see you again. I’d like to thank you again for being here tonight, and I’ll see you at the after party. My drinks on you, right?”
“Haha, I think not.”
*he takes out the snake staff, and pushes it into Sebastian’s face.*
“You will be purchasing drinks for me!” He says, forcefully, to Sebastian.
Sebastian responds dully “I will be purchasing the drinks for you. Good night everyone.”
*As the lights fade, big band playing them out, the narrators voice comes over.
“On next weeks show, we don’t know! If you feel that you, or someone you know, should be interviewed on Sebastian, the number one aquatic interviewer, then drop us a line at 555-SEBASTIAN. Alternatively, e-mail us at w ww.SebastianTV.com/show”
The lights fade to black, and the audience applause does likewise.
OOC: If you want your nations leader, or you have someone humourous enough, then say something, or drop a TG concerning who it is, and Sebastian (not really) will get back to you. Also, this is not something I do often. Quality will (thankfully) rise, as I get more used to conducting interviews. I hope.