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Case Study: Are They Really NGFL?

*Screen fades in and we see Smo back in his office chilling on the couch. Music is blasting from his stereo.

*Smo begins talking but all that can be heard is the music. The cameraman's hand passes through the screen as he motions to Smo.

*Smo keeps talking like nothing is wrong. The cameraman just walks over and unplugs the stereo.

Smo: ....and so there I was in my underwear and....*looks around realizing the music has stopped*...uhhhh *turns red*... hehe, nevermind.

*Hubb walks into the office.

Hubb: Hey Smo! What's up?

Smo: Hubb, I'm glad you asked. I can now use this opportunity to give some exposure to my man ERIC GALES. Yes, that was ERIC GALES, spelled E-R-I-C G-A-L-E-S. That's who I was just listening to. ERIC GALES that is. I think you all should go check out ERIC GALES. He is an extraordinary guitarist and awesome musician. ERIC GALES people, ERIC......GALES.

Hubb: Who was that again?

*Smo slaps Hubb upside the head.

Hubb: Ouch...anyway. I came in here to see if you've had any nice guy encounters lately. Since school's started back and all I figured that something has surely happened.

Smo: Well, Hubb, oh buddy, oh pal, something strange did happen today, BUT it could decay my status as a nice guy finishing last.

Hubb: What?!?! Tell it anyway, man. You've got nothing to lose. It's not like anybody watches the show anymore.

Smo: Hubb, you make a good point, and I will therefore, tell my story.

Hubb: Woo hoo...

Smo: Well where to begin...

Hubb: The beginning would be a good place.

Smo: Ah yes, the beginning. Well, I was at work today and they were trying to con me into doing the mail. And once again I talked my way out of it, but it turned out I needed to go pick up something from the bookstore. Since the bookstore is right across from the post office, I might was well do mail anyway because my friend Derrian didn't know how to spend the department's money...

Hubb: I sense some theft here...

Smo: Who me?! Steal?! Cheat?! Slack off?! Nah......Yeeesssssssss... Anyway, so Derrian was going to get the mail while I picked up the order from the bookstore. I went and told them what I needed and I followed the lady back to get the order when all of sudden this girl that we went to high school with walks past. I will not mention any names for my own reputation protection. This is a girl that none of us liked in high school and although she looks a LOT better now, I still shudder at the thought of this encounter.

Hubb: *strokes beard* Who could this be?.... Who could this be?!... Hmmmmm

Smo: So anyway, I was so surprised, shocked, etc, to see her that I was like, "Hey, what are you doing here!?" And she had brought her cousin to pick up some stuff. But onto the next chapter. We're standing there talking. She's asking what I'm doing these days and I'm asking what she's doing. She asks if I still live in Coffee County and just general coversation like that. Then she's like, "I work at Cracker Barrell come see me sometime." Inside, I'm shuddering at the thought of actually taking up that offer. Let's put this into perspective. I've been single for 1 year and 4 months, and I cannot get a date. This old acquaitenance begins hitting on me and I shudder at the thought of having any kind of doings with her. She told me several times to come see her and when we parted ways..... *hangs head in shame*... she touched my arm and told me to take care and of course.. to come see her sometime.

Hubb: Smo, that's not the nice guy attitude we expect from you. *points finger*

Smo: Yea yea, but what would you have been thinking? *whispers girl's name in Hubb's ear*

Hubb: *screams in fear* Aahhhh.... ok ok that's the attitude I expect from you, but didn't you say she looks much better now.

Smo: That is correct, but think about what people would think about that... and think back to high school and what she was thought of was like back then.

Hubb: Ok, ok. Stop the torture!!

Smo: So does this mean I'm not really nice guy?

Hubb: Does this really mean I'm not a nice guy?

*Smo strokes his imaginary beard and Hubb strokes his beard as the screen fades to black.