Grid Effect

Here’s part four of our NBC executive tale, catch part three here.

Costas: China is looking to be an achievement in broadcasting, things are going squarely.

Ebersol: That’s great. Let me know if there’s anything I can assist you with.

Costas: Absolutely, Mr. Ebersol. Hopefully I won’t have to burden you with any of our petty concerns.

Ebersol: If you do, just feel free to ask. In the meantime, I figured before you are whisked away to the other side of the world, we might as well afford a “company outing” to Vegas.

Costas: Vegas?

Ebersol: Yeah, Vegas. We can get comped over at Bellagio, company perk for hosting the heads up tournament.

Costas: As you know Mr. Ebersol, I’m not much for the table games, but “Tony and Tina’s Wedding” is playing at the Rio Hotel and Casino…

Ebersol: Certainly, we can take the shuttle off the strip.

Costas: Superb!

Ebersol: You know who else I think would enjoy “Tony and Tina’s Wedding”?

Costas: Who would that be, Mr. Ebersol?

Ebersol: Mr. Silverman, the recently hired Entertainment president. Have you guys ever met?

Costas: Of course, sir. Mr. Silverman and I are wondrous friends. Would you like me to invite him along?

Ebersol: Yeah…but don’t tell him it’s at my behest. And make sure he understands that the trip is business related, I want to run a few things by him, see how they take. Besides, we need three employees for the company per diem.

Costas: Understood, Mr. Ebersol. Are you two going to be needing your own room?

Ebersol: Very funny, Bob.

Costas: Pardon my tom foolery, Mr. Ebersol. Sometimes I allow myself to get carried away.

Ebersol: You are a handful…Let Mr. Silverman know that the plane leaves on Friday afternoon. It’s a chartered flight, obviously.

Costas: Sure thing Mr. Ebersol. I’ll call him right away.

Ebersol: I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon then.

Costas: Good day, sir.

Bob Costas hangs up to immediately call Ben Silverman

Silverman: (slurring) This is Silverman.

Costas: Hello Ben, it’s your good friend Bob Costas.

Silverman: Bobbyyyyyy, how they hangin’, my good man. (Random girl proceeds to perform oral sex on him)

Costas: ehahaha, How’s what hanging, Mr. Silverman? I don’t understand.

Silverman: Your fuckin’ nuts, Bobby! Slightly to the left, slightly to the right, are they all chest out or feebly dangling from your upper torso?

Costas: Anatomically speaking sir, the testicles while encased by the scrotum, generally maintain the same disposition, that fluctuates with bodily movement, arousal and a multitude of potential pre-existent or current medical conditions.

Silverman: Fair enough, Bob. What’s on your mind? (Does line of coke)

Costas: NBC has given me carte blanche to charter a jet to Las Vegas for the weekend, before I’m shipped off to China for the Olympic games.

Silverman: Vegas…just you and I?

Costas: And Mr. Ebersol, we have plans to see “Tony and Tina’s Wedding” among oth-

Silverman: Gee, Bob, I don’t know if I can squeeze it in.

Costas: We’d really enjoy your company, Mr. Silverman. And since we’re being comped, we won’t nee-

Silverman: I’m in.

Costas: Fantastic, our flight leaves tomorrow afternoon, punctuality is of the essence.

Silverman: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ll see you then Bob. (Hangs up phone, buries head in stripper’s chest)

Costas: This is great news Mr. Silverman. I’ll see you..

Hears dial tone

Costas: Oh….Must have been a bad connection!

Part five on Monday, this has already gone on too long, we’ll finish early next week.