Checkside35
Cancelled
Rightio Magpie brethren, let's have a bit of a chuckle about Thomas going to the scum.
Get creative and post likely scenarios if Thomas was to turn up to the Copeland tonight. There is absolutely no room for realism in this thread.
I'll start.
Swanny has just taken out the Copeland Trophy. After his speech, he nods to Pendles, who in turn nods to Trav, who in turn nods to Beamer, who in turn..........yeah you know the rest.
Swan casually walks over to Daisy, who's having a bit of a laugh and humming the scum's theme. Swan leans over and whispers
"Daisy, me and the boys have organised a going away present for you. It's waiting in one of the panel shops just around the corner. Didn't want to get a room in case the media gets a hold of what's gonna happen."
Thomas: Really? Mate I thought you blokes would be pissed off.
Swan: Yeah nah mate, we're cool with it. Just wish it was us playing under Mick again.
Swan then nods at the others who have all congregated behind Thomas. Bucks sees this and casually takes a sip of his Sparkling water. Ed manages to catch Thomas' eye, lifts his glass and gives him a nod of approval. Thomas seems chuffed and also raises his glass.
10 minutes later
The boys are in the cars and heading to a panel shop in South Melbourne. Thomas is texting Murphy and bragging about how much the boys still love him and how cool he thinks the present will be.
As they reach the shop, Swan looks over to Thomas
Swan: You're gonna love this so much that it'll hurt.
Thomas: You blokes are the best. I love yas
Trav: (leaning over from the back seat) Yeah we love ya too Daithy.
They get out of their cars and make their way into the panel shop. Thomas notices that everything is dark and yet still gets more excited as they walk into the cold workshop.
Thomas: Bring on the bitches!
The rest of the boys laugh. Pendles flicks the light switch. To Thomas' surprise, the place isn't decorated and there is a serious lack of women. He looks around to see large grins on every face.
Swanny: Daisy come over here, the birds we have lined up want you chained and ready to rumble.
Thomas: Really? heck, how'd you blokes know about what I liked? I never told you.
Swan: Yeah mate, best mates have a knack of knowing.
Swan then chains Thomas' ankles and wrists to the hoist. He nods at Pendles who raises the hoist so that Thomas is standing at full stretch with his arms in the air. Thomas is giggling.
Thomas: Ooh yeah baby, bring em out!!! Hurt me bitches. This is the best fargin going away present EVER!!!
Swan: Oh one more thing Daisy, have you organised getting the Premiership tatt removed?
Thomas: What? haha funny prick. Why would I do that? That was the best day for all of us. Come on mate, why ask that?
Swan: Can't sign a f..kin Scum contract and still have a Pies tatt mate. (Nods at Beamer who fires up the workshop radio, really loud. Stuck in the middle with you by Steelers wheel starts playing).
Thomas (in a panic and thrashing around): WTF? I've seen Reservoir Dogs and Sons of Anarchy, you PRICKS!
Pendles casually hands Swan an oxy.
Swan(firing up the oxy): Then I guess this aint a surprise anymore.
Get creative and post likely scenarios if Thomas was to turn up to the Copeland tonight. There is absolutely no room for realism in this thread.
I'll start.
Swanny has just taken out the Copeland Trophy. After his speech, he nods to Pendles, who in turn nods to Trav, who in turn nods to Beamer, who in turn..........yeah you know the rest.
Swan casually walks over to Daisy, who's having a bit of a laugh and humming the scum's theme. Swan leans over and whispers
"Daisy, me and the boys have organised a going away present for you. It's waiting in one of the panel shops just around the corner. Didn't want to get a room in case the media gets a hold of what's gonna happen."
Thomas: Really? Mate I thought you blokes would be pissed off.
Swan: Yeah nah mate, we're cool with it. Just wish it was us playing under Mick again.
Swan then nods at the others who have all congregated behind Thomas. Bucks sees this and casually takes a sip of his Sparkling water. Ed manages to catch Thomas' eye, lifts his glass and gives him a nod of approval. Thomas seems chuffed and also raises his glass.
10 minutes later
The boys are in the cars and heading to a panel shop in South Melbourne. Thomas is texting Murphy and bragging about how much the boys still love him and how cool he thinks the present will be.
As they reach the shop, Swan looks over to Thomas
Swan: You're gonna love this so much that it'll hurt.
Thomas: You blokes are the best. I love yas
Trav: (leaning over from the back seat) Yeah we love ya too Daithy.
They get out of their cars and make their way into the panel shop. Thomas notices that everything is dark and yet still gets more excited as they walk into the cold workshop.
Thomas: Bring on the bitches!
The rest of the boys laugh. Pendles flicks the light switch. To Thomas' surprise, the place isn't decorated and there is a serious lack of women. He looks around to see large grins on every face.
Swanny: Daisy come over here, the birds we have lined up want you chained and ready to rumble.
Thomas: Really? heck, how'd you blokes know about what I liked? I never told you.
Swan: Yeah mate, best mates have a knack of knowing.
Swan then chains Thomas' ankles and wrists to the hoist. He nods at Pendles who raises the hoist so that Thomas is standing at full stretch with his arms in the air. Thomas is giggling.
Thomas: Ooh yeah baby, bring em out!!! Hurt me bitches. This is the best fargin going away present EVER!!!
Swan: Oh one more thing Daisy, have you organised getting the Premiership tatt removed?
Thomas: What? haha funny prick. Why would I do that? That was the best day for all of us. Come on mate, why ask that?
Swan: Can't sign a f..kin Scum contract and still have a Pies tatt mate. (Nods at Beamer who fires up the workshop radio, really loud. Stuck in the middle with you by Steelers wheel starts playing).
Thomas (in a panic and thrashing around): WTF? I've seen Reservoir Dogs and Sons of Anarchy, you PRICKS!
Pendles casually hands Swan an oxy.
Swan(firing up the oxy): Then I guess this aint a surprise anymore.
