The Fight

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Everyone anxiously watched Dec as he tried to clear his trout. "You've got to be having a laugh! JANET, bring over some cough syrup ASAP!" shouted Tim. "Umm, where would I find that?" asked Janet. "Oh, for GOD sake! Dec, try to speak. Try talking!", yelled Tim.

Dec tried to speak, but it came out a croak. 'Oh great' Dec thought, 'we're on in 5 minutes and I can say a bloody word'! "CLEAR YOUR GOD DAMM THROAT" shouted Tim. Dec tried to say 'sorry', but it came out a whisper. Ant stood up from his seat.

"Excuses me, you pompous twat, my friend here is ill. He's doing us all a favour by coming in today.  I would appreciate it if you would CUT HIM SOME SLACK!" shouted Ant. Everyone watched Ant with open mouths. Dec had known Ant for 25 years, and he's never lost it like that before.

"Oh yeah, well your a money grabbing thicko without any talent" said Tim. "Yeah, well, your fired. After this show, I want you gone!" shouted Ant., crossing his arms. Tim didn't know what to say. Despite how much Dec hated Tim and his attitude, he had 3 kids. He can't afford looking after 3 young kids without a job.

Tim suddenly punched Ant right in the face. Ant watched in awe. Ant then punched him back.

"Stop it guys" whispered Dec. They carried on fighting like cats and dogs. "Guys, please stop" croaked Dec. They carried on fighting. "STOP IT GUYS!" yelled Dec. Dec paused. "Blue, red, yellow", Dec said clearly. "Hey, my voice is back! The shouting must of somehow cleared it!" Dec said.

Jack opened the door. "Guys, we got 30 seconds. Boys, get to the wings" said Jack as he anxiously watched his watch.

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