WHAT HEAVEN MUST BE LIKE
“Guess Bobby Dean isn’t here tonight.”
“There’s still ribs, so probably not.”
Pre Bobby Dean.
It truly is a sight to behold.
The ribs are positioned in a semicircle cradling a cornucopia of various fruits from rings of pineapple to cored and sliced apples shaped like a fan. The desserts are still intact, with just a few slices or portions neatly removed from the dish they are in. The vegetable trays – which are pretty much untouched even after Bobby’s visit – are circled around a bowl of ranch dip, while a fountain of chocolate cascades over a mountain of strawberries, bananas, and marshmallows.
Tony Gamble watches as Johnnie Newsman spears a marshmallow with a skewer, before dipping it into the chocolate in order to fully coat it in semi sweet bliss.
Johnnie Newsman: You should really try this. The chocolate has a hint of cinnamon and nutmeg, and –
Tony Gamble: Yeah, yeah, look…
Johnnie turns around, chocolate circling his lips, and just stares wide eyed at The Grin.
Tony Gamble: You look ridiculous.
Johnnie Newsman: You look ridonkulous.
Tony Gamble: You can’t go out there looking like that.
Johnnie runs his tongue around his mouth, his eyes closed to a slit as a slight smile stretches out toward his ears. Tony grabs a napkin and hands it to Johnnie, who hands the skewered marshmallow with chocolate running down the stick to Tony in return.
Tony Gamble: We need to go, my match is –
##I saw you and then all of my nights turned morning##
The muffled voice of Molly Sandén is heard.
##You turned ’round and I suddenly found my glory##
The singing continues as Tony tosses the marshmallow toward the tag can in the corner, but he doesn’t make it in. Instead, it slaps against the outside with a wet thud, before slowly sliding down – leaving behind a sticky white and brown trail.
##Sometimes I pinch myself ’cause I don’t know
Am I dreaming now?
I wanna stop the clocks and hold you close
But I don’t know how##
Tony wipes his hand with a napkin of his own before finally digging the phone out of his pocket as Will Ferrell’s voice begins to soothe your ears.
##Hey baby, when you loo…##
Tony Gamble: Hey, hold on real quick.
Tony pulls the phone away from his face and looks over at Johnnie.
Tony Gamble: I need to take this, but we need to go. Clean up on the way, let’s go.
Tony turns and starts toward the door.
Tony Gamble: I don’t have much time, what’s up?
Tony exits, leaving Johnnie there licking his fingers as he looks at the beauty that is catering.
Johnnie Newsman: I don’t know if you’ll be here when I get back, but if you are…it won’t be for long.
He rubs his fingers on his pants, as he hurries after Tony.
We then cut to ringside for the match with one of the two people who were just in this segment.