Life & Times Of Limey The Green Skittle - FoCuS Productions
Dec 10, 2020 20:56:08 GMT -5
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Post by Paul Montuori on Dec 10, 2020 20:56:08 GMT -5
We open inside of a laboratory. Potions and vials and flasks fill the room. A scientist in goggles pours liquid into a beaker, examining the contents. Off to the side is the janitor, mopping up the floor. He stops, leaning the mop against the table, which taps a beaker and liquid falls out, onto the table. He pulls out a pack of Skittles from his pocket and tears it open, pouring the contents into his hand. Moments before tossing the handful of Skittles into his mouth, the janitor stops, looking at the handful.
Janitor “Fucking lime? Gross. Where’s Green Apple?”
He picks a single lime Skittle and tosses it. It lands on the liquid on the table before bouncing off the table and onto the ground. The Skittle rolls on the floor and into a drain in the middle of the room.
Where am I? What am I? I’ve just.. Become conscious.. I’m in.. A dark place. Ow, is this.. Pain? Spot in my.. Shell is starting to crack.. Something, is growing from it. A leg? Another spot cracking. Another leg. Two spots cracking in opposite sides.. Arms? Hands and fingers.. Slowly I stand, wobbly, trying to gain my balance. This must be what walking is.. My face.. A hole in my face.. My.. Mouth. Do I have a voice? Dare I try and speak?
Limey “Hello?”
Oh wondrous. I sound so manly.
Limey “Now, how do I get out of here?”
Straining what I’m assuming are my eyes, I see a light off in the distance. A tiny light. I begin to walk, before slowly running. I feel like a gazelle finally set free. My tiny legs carry me for what feels like great strides but must be millimeters at a time. I’m getting so close!
4 Hours Later..
I’ve made it. I’ve finally made it. The light blinds me as I stagger forward. The noise is deafening as my lime coating rattles. I slowly adjust to the bright light and deafening sound. So this is what I think is called a city. What looks to be cars and people. I walk forward in awe of how big everything is. How small I am.. I look up to see a huge foot coming my way. Oh no! Dodging the continual threat of being crushed, I fall and roll underneath a bench. Finally, I’m safe..
Just then Mickey, a senior citizen with huge hearing aids and thick glasses, sits down on the bench. He pulls out a sandwich out of his lunchbox as a soda can falls out to the ground and rolls next to Limey.
I barely have time to catch my breath before this huge.. Can almost crushes me. Lucky for me it stops right before it could get me.
Mickey leans down to pick up the soda can. Through his thick lenses, Limey is magnified.
Limey “Hello, my name is.. Limey.”
Mickey is startled as he tries to stand up, tripping over his feet and falling to the ground. Limey steps out from underneath the bench and walks to the tip of Mickey’s nose, who stares at Limey in disbelief.
Limey “Can you, hear me?”
Mickey nods.
Limey “Oh, thank the rainbow. I won’t hurt you, I promise. I just.. I don’t know..”
Mickey slowly sits up and holds his hand out as Limey walks onto it. Mickey raises his hand to his eyes.
Mickey “Mi name’s Mickey. Are you a Skittle?”
Limey “I am.”
Mickey “How can you..”
Limey “I don’t know. I have only just become conscious.”
Mickey stands up and sits on the bench.
DAYS LATER
From that moment when we first met, we became the best of friends. Mickey took me home with him, and got me a matchbox with some cotton for me to sleep in. My own bed. He lived alone, his dear wife passing a few years previously. It turns out, Mickey was some big time boxer in his heyday who dedicated his life to his craft. When his eyesight and hearing started to go, from the years of being punched in the head, he quit to train the younger generation. He had the most famous gym in all of the land. But he closed it when his wife died, the fire inside of him burning out. So here I am. Limey. Living with an older gentleman..
Limey “What in the taste the rainbow..”
Limey’s undivided attention goes to the TV, which is showing a Skittles commercial. The focal point of the commercial is..
Limey “Green Apple.. Is that yo..”
Suddenly it all comes back to me. A huge wave of memories crashing down upon me. Memories..
I was handpicked to be a part of the Skittle Crew. To represent for all the limes. An assignment I took with great honor. I carried myself with grace. With dignity. Finally doing what I knew I was born to do, dreamt of being my entire life, had come true. I was THEE Lime Skittle. Surrounded by people I cared about and cared for me, something I never had. The Skittle Crew, we were a family. Me, Red, Grape, Lem, and OJ. Thick as thieves the five of us, we had each other’s back. You had to in the industry, everyone is always out to eat you and take everything you have. I loved the four of them. I thought we’d be together forever. But then that all changed. I was replaced..
The anger I felt when I was replaced. The anger that just boils my chewy center. For the first time, in a long time, something reawakened in me that I thought I had left in my past. That rage, that deep rage that’s deep down in your chewy center, that sucks the fruitiness from your being. Uncontrollable rage that makes it impossible to think clearly.. But that all changed when I saw him. Green Apple. That applely coat of his, shining so bright. He was so handsome. I fell in love, at first Skittle. He was everything I ever looked for in a Skittle. We became inseparable. How amazing it felt to finally be out, in the open, as two Skittles who loved each other. Regardless of the stigma of it all. Green Apple and Lime together? It was a blasphemous thought. But we didn’t care. We were in love. And I wanted to shout it from the rainbow..
But that all changed with time. As more time passed in our relationship, the more success Green Apple started to have. In my old job. The job I loved and missed and yearned for. Was gone. Taken from me by Green Apple. The feelings inside, I couldn’t bear it anymore. As each day passed, the more in love I fell for Green Apple. At the same time, the more I hated Green Apple. I was green with envy. Something had to give..
So I left, without saying anything. No note. No nothing. I just left. I didn’t know what to say. How to say it? That the person I loved, and cared for, and cherished, and wanted to spend the rest of my life with was also the person I hated and despised the most. I was green about the gills when I left, it crushed me. But I knew if I stayed, that chewy center would harden. And I’d do something I would regret..
Which brings me back to reality.. The commercial.. All the feelings start to come back to me, all crashing at once. The great memories, the fun times, the picnics in the park.. He stole my job. He stole my life. He stole my family.. He stole everything.. Now I live with this old.. Now it’s time that I finally get my payback. Make things even. But how? Green Apple is in tremendous shape, look at him. Looking so green. Mmm.. So fucking sexy with that S on his chest. Mmm.. No, FoCuS.. Mickey, Mickey can train me. I’ll get good and maybe take some fights. Get some notoriety so I can get Green Apple’s attention. How else am I supposed to cross paths with such a superstar. It’s not like I can just pick up a phone and call him. No. I have to train to become a great fighter and fight until I get his attention. After I get his attention, I can get my revenge with my newly learned skills. Yes. Train..
And train I did. For those few weeks, I trained like I never trained before. Mickey opened up his old gym. Word went around town and soon it was filled with gym rats and celebrities from all over just to use his world famous gym. At first I was as green as grass, but Mickey showed a lot of patience. As time went on, my technique got better.
Mickey sets down a Paul Montuori action figure in front of Limey. Limey taps his tiny gloves together and starts to hit combos on the action figures leg.
As the days went by, I grew stronger, stronger than I’ve ever felt.
Limey is doing pullups on a toothpick stuck in between two erasers.
But I soon knew I would need to be tested. Practicing on an innate object and pushing my body physically to the limit wasn’t going to cut it. I need live action to test my skills. So one day I went to Mickey and told him I was ready for a challenge. A fight. And that, I did receive. For Mickey came before me with a heavily populated ant farm. He set it down on the table and he asked me if I was sure.
Mickey - “Are you sure?”
Limey - “Yes Mickey..”
Mickey - “Alright, Limey..”
Mickey opened the top of the ant farm and dumped it on the table. Suddenly I was surrounded by vicious fire ants, all looking to lick me clean of my sugary coat and chewy center. But I knew that I had to FoCuS, so FoCuS I did. Remembering all the training, I went to work. Right and a left and an uppercut. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a crowd forming around me in the gym, as they started to cheer me on. One by one I went through those fire ants, putting in work.
One by one until I was the only one left standing. I looked up at Mickey, who beamed with pride. The crowd around me clapped and cheered. There was that feeling again. The feeling of admiration. Oh how I missed that feeling.
The crowd parts, as they all become excited and whisper among themselves.
Gym Rat - “Is that Damon Riggs?”
Muscle Head - “It is.”
Damon Riggs pushes his way to the front of the crowd. Drenched in sweat and a towel thrown over his shoulder, he hands Limey a business card. He struggles to hold it before falling over with the card.
Damon Riggs - “Hey kid, you got some moves. There’s a place that would be perfect for you. Outlaw Pro Wrestling. And I should know, I recruited most of the roster.. I wrote the Head of Talent Relation’s number on the back. Give him a call.”
Riggs wipes the sweat from his brow with the towel and tosses it into the crowd. A female fan catches it and faints.
And call him Mickey did. They initially thought we were joking. They hadn’t heard from me in some time. They said I just disappeared. Apparently my Wikipedia said I died three years ago. That must’ve been after I left Green Apple. How did I end up back in the Skittles bag? How did I regrow my legs and arms if I had them before? At this point, does it really matter if any of this makes sense?
So after some convincing, and name dropping Damon Riggs name, Mickey finally was able to set us up with a meeting with the Producer of OPW, Joe Montuori. We flew out to meet him. First Class accommodations, limo service from the airport. Classy move. I could tell they must’ve really been interested in me. Finally I felt like I was back, back to where I used to be. Back where I’ve worked hard to get back to.
We arrived at an arena that was hosting one of the shows. Security led us through the back. I felt like a Rock Star as we walked through the halls. I looked up to see one of my favorites, Vhodka Marie walking towards me. She slows down, eyeing me up and down.
Vhodka Marie - "I see why Michelle did it."
She walks passed me. What did she mean by that? Wait.. How did she find out? I’m led into an office with “The Producer” on the door.
Security - “Mr. Montuori will be with you shortly.”
He leaves the room as Mickey picks me up and places me on the table.
Mickey - “Hey, I’m gonna hit the head. You OK?”
Limey - “I’m fine Mickey. I can’t believe this is really happening. I’m going to be apart of OPW.”
Mickey - “You did it Limey, I’m proud of you.”
Mickey nods, with a tear in his eye. He leaves the room in time for him not to see the tear roll down my eye. I’m so happy. So proud. The rage inside me is gone. I don’t need to be a Skittle. I can be on the OPW Roster. I can call Green Apple now. We can get back together. Oh how I’ve missed that sexy Skittle. The way he used to rub his S against my S was just sooo fruitful. Mmm.. I can’t wait until..
The door to the office opens as Paul Montuori barges in.
Paul Montuori - “Joe! Where the fuck are you?! They didn’t stock me any booze in the room. How am I supposed to get ready for the match?!
Paul realizes the room is empty, walking over to the table. He looks down, seeing Limey.
Paul Montuori - “A Skittle! It’s my lucky day!”
He picks it up and reaches up to his mouth.
Limey - “No, don’t eat me!”
Paul stops, putting Limey closer to his face.
Paul Montuori - “Is the Skittle talking to me? Haaa, how much mushrooms did I eat?”
Paul shrugs and tosses Limey in his mouse.
Oh no. What do I do? The end is near. There’s so much I still have left to do. Just when I was about to get my life back. My celebrity. The fame. The money. Green Apple. I was so close to being able to bump S’s with him. With that sexy Green Apple. Now we’ll never be together. Now we’ll nev..
Paul crunches down on Limey before spitting him out. Crushed Limey goes flying and lands back on the table.
Paul Montuori - “Gross, lime..”
Paul shrugs and walks out.
I’m getting so.. Cold.. Green Apple.. I.. Love.. You..
DAYS LATER
The rain falls down upon a graveyard. Limos line the road leading up to a grave on a hill, where twenty or so people are gathered. A casket covered in green flowers sits ready to be buried. Sitting in the front row in the same chair are Red, Grape, Lem, OJ and Green Apple who sobs into the world’s tiniest tissue. An assistant stands over them with an umbrella. The members of FoCuS have also shown up to pay their respects. Paul Montuori stands, crying into Brandon Moore’s chest as Michelle holds an umbrella for the three of them, an annoyed look on her face. Killa Cameron Vincent stands, holding an umbrella, looking smooth as fuck as he always does. Stephen and Demi Stratford look like they would rather be anywhere but there and Joe Montuori stands, with his head bowed as the preacher goes on.
Preacher - “Would anyone like to say words?
Joe Montuori - “I would.”
Joe steps up as his two assistants walk next to him, holding up two umbrellas.
Joe Montuori - “Limey was a once in a lifetime talent. Taken from us way too soon. But brighter days will follow with FoCuS at the helm. Fear not, for we have arrived, the Saviors of OPW.. Now I would like to have Limey’s favorite band come sing a song. Fellas?
Janitor “Fucking lime? Gross. Where’s Green Apple?”
He picks a single lime Skittle and tosses it. It lands on the liquid on the table before bouncing off the table and onto the ground. The Skittle rolls on the floor and into a drain in the middle of the room.
The lime Skittle bounces down the drain pipe, rolling and rolling for what seems ages. It finally comes to a stop..
Where am I? What am I? I’ve just.. Become conscious.. I’m in.. A dark place. Ow, is this.. Pain? Spot in my.. Shell is starting to crack.. Something, is growing from it. A leg? Another spot cracking. Another leg. Two spots cracking in opposite sides.. Arms? Hands and fingers.. Slowly I stand, wobbly, trying to gain my balance. This must be what walking is.. My face.. A hole in my face.. My.. Mouth. Do I have a voice? Dare I try and speak?
Limey “Hello?”
Oh wondrous. I sound so manly.
Limey “Now, how do I get out of here?”
Straining what I’m assuming are my eyes, I see a light off in the distance. A tiny light. I begin to walk, before slowly running. I feel like a gazelle finally set free. My tiny legs carry me for what feels like great strides but must be millimeters at a time. I’m getting so close!
4 Hours Later..
I’ve made it. I’ve finally made it. The light blinds me as I stagger forward. The noise is deafening as my lime coating rattles. I slowly adjust to the bright light and deafening sound. So this is what I think is called a city. What looks to be cars and people. I walk forward in awe of how big everything is. How small I am.. I look up to see a huge foot coming my way. Oh no! Dodging the continual threat of being crushed, I fall and roll underneath a bench. Finally, I’m safe..
Just then Mickey, a senior citizen with huge hearing aids and thick glasses, sits down on the bench. He pulls out a sandwich out of his lunchbox as a soda can falls out to the ground and rolls next to Limey.
I barely have time to catch my breath before this huge.. Can almost crushes me. Lucky for me it stops right before it could get me.
Mickey leans down to pick up the soda can. Through his thick lenses, Limey is magnified.
Limey “Hello, my name is.. Limey.”
Mickey is startled as he tries to stand up, tripping over his feet and falling to the ground. Limey steps out from underneath the bench and walks to the tip of Mickey’s nose, who stares at Limey in disbelief.
Limey “Can you, hear me?”
Mickey nods.
Limey “Oh, thank the rainbow. I won’t hurt you, I promise. I just.. I don’t know..”
Mickey slowly sits up and holds his hand out as Limey walks onto it. Mickey raises his hand to his eyes.
Mickey “Mi name’s Mickey. Are you a Skittle?”
Limey “I am.”
Mickey “How can you..”
Limey “I don’t know. I have only just become conscious.”
Mickey stands up and sits on the bench.
DAYS LATER
From that moment when we first met, we became the best of friends. Mickey took me home with him, and got me a matchbox with some cotton for me to sleep in. My own bed. He lived alone, his dear wife passing a few years previously. It turns out, Mickey was some big time boxer in his heyday who dedicated his life to his craft. When his eyesight and hearing started to go, from the years of being punched in the head, he quit to train the younger generation. He had the most famous gym in all of the land. But he closed it when his wife died, the fire inside of him burning out. So here I am. Limey. Living with an older gentleman..
Limey “What in the taste the rainbow..”
Limey’s undivided attention goes to the TV, which is showing a Skittles commercial. The focal point of the commercial is..
Limey “Green Apple.. Is that yo..”
Suddenly it all comes back to me. A huge wave of memories crashing down upon me. Memories..
I was handpicked to be a part of the Skittle Crew. To represent for all the limes. An assignment I took with great honor. I carried myself with grace. With dignity. Finally doing what I knew I was born to do, dreamt of being my entire life, had come true. I was THEE Lime Skittle. Surrounded by people I cared about and cared for me, something I never had. The Skittle Crew, we were a family. Me, Red, Grape, Lem, and OJ. Thick as thieves the five of us, we had each other’s back. You had to in the industry, everyone is always out to eat you and take everything you have. I loved the four of them. I thought we’d be together forever. But then that all changed. I was replaced..
The anger I felt when I was replaced. The anger that just boils my chewy center. For the first time, in a long time, something reawakened in me that I thought I had left in my past. That rage, that deep rage that’s deep down in your chewy center, that sucks the fruitiness from your being. Uncontrollable rage that makes it impossible to think clearly.. But that all changed when I saw him. Green Apple. That applely coat of his, shining so bright. He was so handsome. I fell in love, at first Skittle. He was everything I ever looked for in a Skittle. We became inseparable. How amazing it felt to finally be out, in the open, as two Skittles who loved each other. Regardless of the stigma of it all. Green Apple and Lime together? It was a blasphemous thought. But we didn’t care. We were in love. And I wanted to shout it from the rainbow..
But that all changed with time. As more time passed in our relationship, the more success Green Apple started to have. In my old job. The job I loved and missed and yearned for. Was gone. Taken from me by Green Apple. The feelings inside, I couldn’t bear it anymore. As each day passed, the more in love I fell for Green Apple. At the same time, the more I hated Green Apple. I was green with envy. Something had to give..
So I left, without saying anything. No note. No nothing. I just left. I didn’t know what to say. How to say it? That the person I loved, and cared for, and cherished, and wanted to spend the rest of my life with was also the person I hated and despised the most. I was green about the gills when I left, it crushed me. But I knew if I stayed, that chewy center would harden. And I’d do something I would regret..
Which brings me back to reality.. The commercial.. All the feelings start to come back to me, all crashing at once. The great memories, the fun times, the picnics in the park.. He stole my job. He stole my life. He stole my family.. He stole everything.. Now I live with this old.. Now it’s time that I finally get my payback. Make things even. But how? Green Apple is in tremendous shape, look at him. Looking so green. Mmm.. So fucking sexy with that S on his chest. Mmm.. No, FoCuS.. Mickey, Mickey can train me. I’ll get good and maybe take some fights. Get some notoriety so I can get Green Apple’s attention. How else am I supposed to cross paths with such a superstar. It’s not like I can just pick up a phone and call him. No. I have to train to become a great fighter and fight until I get his attention. After I get his attention, I can get my revenge with my newly learned skills. Yes. Train..
And train I did. For those few weeks, I trained like I never trained before. Mickey opened up his old gym. Word went around town and soon it was filled with gym rats and celebrities from all over just to use his world famous gym. At first I was as green as grass, but Mickey showed a lot of patience. As time went on, my technique got better.
Mickey sets down a Paul Montuori action figure in front of Limey. Limey taps his tiny gloves together and starts to hit combos on the action figures leg.
As the days went by, I grew stronger, stronger than I’ve ever felt.
Limey is doing pullups on a toothpick stuck in between two erasers.
But I soon knew I would need to be tested. Practicing on an innate object and pushing my body physically to the limit wasn’t going to cut it. I need live action to test my skills. So one day I went to Mickey and told him I was ready for a challenge. A fight. And that, I did receive. For Mickey came before me with a heavily populated ant farm. He set it down on the table and he asked me if I was sure.
Mickey - “Are you sure?”
Limey - “Yes Mickey..”
Mickey - “Alright, Limey..”
Mickey opened the top of the ant farm and dumped it on the table. Suddenly I was surrounded by vicious fire ants, all looking to lick me clean of my sugary coat and chewy center. But I knew that I had to FoCuS, so FoCuS I did. Remembering all the training, I went to work. Right and a left and an uppercut. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a crowd forming around me in the gym, as they started to cheer me on. One by one I went through those fire ants, putting in work.
Boom!
Bang!
Ping!
Kabloom!
One by one until I was the only one left standing. I looked up at Mickey, who beamed with pride. The crowd around me clapped and cheered. There was that feeling again. The feeling of admiration. Oh how I missed that feeling.
The crowd parts, as they all become excited and whisper among themselves.
Gym Rat - “Is that Damon Riggs?”
Muscle Head - “It is.”
Damon Riggs pushes his way to the front of the crowd. Drenched in sweat and a towel thrown over his shoulder, he hands Limey a business card. He struggles to hold it before falling over with the card.
Damon Riggs - “Hey kid, you got some moves. There’s a place that would be perfect for you. Outlaw Pro Wrestling. And I should know, I recruited most of the roster.. I wrote the Head of Talent Relation’s number on the back. Give him a call.”
Riggs wipes the sweat from his brow with the towel and tosses it into the crowd. A female fan catches it and faints.
And call him Mickey did. They initially thought we were joking. They hadn’t heard from me in some time. They said I just disappeared. Apparently my Wikipedia said I died three years ago. That must’ve been after I left Green Apple. How did I end up back in the Skittles bag? How did I regrow my legs and arms if I had them before? At this point, does it really matter if any of this makes sense?
So after some convincing, and name dropping Damon Riggs name, Mickey finally was able to set us up with a meeting with the Producer of OPW, Joe Montuori. We flew out to meet him. First Class accommodations, limo service from the airport. Classy move. I could tell they must’ve really been interested in me. Finally I felt like I was back, back to where I used to be. Back where I’ve worked hard to get back to.
We arrived at an arena that was hosting one of the shows. Security led us through the back. I felt like a Rock Star as we walked through the halls. I looked up to see one of my favorites, Vhodka Marie walking towards me. She slows down, eyeing me up and down.
Vhodka Marie - "I see why Michelle did it."
She walks passed me. What did she mean by that? Wait.. How did she find out? I’m led into an office with “The Producer” on the door.
Security - “Mr. Montuori will be with you shortly.”
He leaves the room as Mickey picks me up and places me on the table.
Mickey - “Hey, I’m gonna hit the head. You OK?”
Limey - “I’m fine Mickey. I can’t believe this is really happening. I’m going to be apart of OPW.”
Mickey - “You did it Limey, I’m proud of you.”
Mickey nods, with a tear in his eye. He leaves the room in time for him not to see the tear roll down my eye. I’m so happy. So proud. The rage inside me is gone. I don’t need to be a Skittle. I can be on the OPW Roster. I can call Green Apple now. We can get back together. Oh how I’ve missed that sexy Skittle. The way he used to rub his S against my S was just sooo fruitful. Mmm.. I can’t wait until..
The door to the office opens as Paul Montuori barges in.
Paul Montuori - “Joe! Where the fuck are you?! They didn’t stock me any booze in the room. How am I supposed to get ready for the match?!
Paul realizes the room is empty, walking over to the table. He looks down, seeing Limey.
Paul Montuori - “A Skittle! It’s my lucky day!”
He picks it up and reaches up to his mouth.
Limey - “No, don’t eat me!”
Paul stops, putting Limey closer to his face.
Paul Montuori - “Is the Skittle talking to me? Haaa, how much mushrooms did I eat?”
Paul shrugs and tosses Limey in his mouse.
Oh no. What do I do? The end is near. There’s so much I still have left to do. Just when I was about to get my life back. My celebrity. The fame. The money. Green Apple. I was so close to being able to bump S’s with him. With that sexy Green Apple. Now we’ll never be together. Now we’ll nev..
Paul crunches down on Limey before spitting him out. Crushed Limey goes flying and lands back on the table.
Paul Montuori - “Gross, lime..”
Paul shrugs and walks out.
I’m getting so.. Cold.. Green Apple.. I.. Love.. You..
DAYS LATER
The rain falls down upon a graveyard. Limos line the road leading up to a grave on a hill, where twenty or so people are gathered. A casket covered in green flowers sits ready to be buried. Sitting in the front row in the same chair are Red, Grape, Lem, OJ and Green Apple who sobs into the world’s tiniest tissue. An assistant stands over them with an umbrella. The members of FoCuS have also shown up to pay their respects. Paul Montuori stands, crying into Brandon Moore’s chest as Michelle holds an umbrella for the three of them, an annoyed look on her face. Killa Cameron Vincent stands, holding an umbrella, looking smooth as fuck as he always does. Stephen and Demi Stratford look like they would rather be anywhere but there and Joe Montuori stands, with his head bowed as the preacher goes on.
Preacher - “Would anyone like to say words?
Joe Montuori - “I would.”
Joe steps up as his two assistants walk next to him, holding up two umbrellas.
Joe Montuori - “Limey was a once in a lifetime talent. Taken from us way too soon. But brighter days will follow with FoCuS at the helm. Fear not, for we have arrived, the Saviors of OPW.. Now I would like to have Limey’s favorite band come sing a song. Fellas?
From the crowd steps *NYSNC, who begin to sing.
I've been sitting here
Can't get you off my mind
I've tried my best to be a man and be strong
I've drove myself insane
Wishing I could touch your face
But the truth remains..
You're gone..
You're gone..
Baby you're gone
Girl you're gone, baby girl, you're gone..
You're gone..
You're...
Can't get you off my mind
I've tried my best to be a man and be strong
I've drove myself insane
Wishing I could touch your face
But the truth remains..
You're gone..
You're gone..
Baby you're gone
Girl you're gone, baby girl, you're gone..
You're gone..
You're...
REST IN PEACE LIMEY
1974-2020