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*Buster is walking through a shopping centre with Hayley.*
Hayley: Even still, me being here whilst you’re getting your wedding suit... I don’t think that’s the best idea.
Buster Gates: Pfft... I want you to see it. I just don’t want to be around when you get your dress.
Hayley: I’m sure that’s some sort of double standard... Why couldn’t you just bring one of your other friends?
*Buster stops walking and looks at Hayley.*
Hayley: I... Hmm...
Buster Gates: Here’s the store anyway...
*The pair walk into the store with Buster shaking his head.*
Shop Assistant: Good evening sir, madam... How may I help you?
Buster Gates: I’m getting married pretty soon and I need a suit.
Shop Assistant: Congratulations! Is this the bride to be?
Buster Gates: That’s none of your damn business!
*Hayley punches Buster’s arm.*
Buster Gates: I mean... Um, yes... Yeah...
*The shop assistant nervously laughs.*
Shop Assistant: ... You’re a lucky man... So, what type of suit are you looking for?
Buster Gates: Well... That’s the thing. Everyone always goes with a black suit, nice fancy tie... A want a white suit, white shirt, white tie... White other stuff too.
Shop Assistant: I see. That’s actually not as uncommon as you might think. We get clients all the time who want white suits made.
Buster Gates: Oh really?! Ok... Ok... I want a lime green suit with...
Hayley: Don’t listen to him haha... He’ll take a white suit.
*Hayley glares at Buster.*
Shop Assistant: Wise choice. Follow me...
*Buster and Hayley are lead into a fitting room.*
Shop Assistant: We keep a lot of our suits back here. Black, blue, white, grey... Whatever you’re looking for. Feel free to try some on and if there’s one you like we can measure you up and make one to your sizing.
Buster Gates: Where’s the one’s with all the frills?
Shop Assistant: Uh..?
Hayley: ... He’s joking!
*The assistant nods with a smile on his face and leaves the room.*
Hayley: Do you always need to embarrass me like that?
Buster Gates: It was a legit question!
Hayley: You’re an idiot...
Buster Gates: What do you think anyway? Any of these look good to you?
*Buster picks up a white suit from a rack.*
Hayley: Why don’t you try it on?
Buster Gates: Maybe I will...
*Buster walks into a changing room. He soon walks out wearing the suit.*
Hayley: Hmm... It’s nice...
Buster Gates: Your face says otherwise.
Hayley: I mean... It isn’t the best. Maybe try a different one.
Buster Gates: OH SO IM LOSING AT WEARING SUITS NOW?! This Robert Blake Effect is damaging my day to day life...
*The shop assistant runs into the room.*
Shop Assistant: Is everything ok in here?
Buster Gates: Does everything look ok?! Look at this suit!
Shop Assistant: I don’t see a problem with...
Buster Gates: Useless!
*Buster flexes hard and tears the suit. He rips it from his body till he’s standing in his underwear. The shop assistant runs back out of the room.*
Hayley: What the hell?!
Buster Gates: Stupid suit...
Hayley: Did you need to do that?!
Buster Gates: Well! ... Yes.
Hayley: Little bit extreme though, don’t you think?
Buster Gates: I didn’t want to wear that suit. I took it off! What else was I supposed to do?
Hayley: Take it off like a normal person?! How about that?
*Buster tuts.*
Hayley: That guy has probably gone to get security or something... Can you at least go and put your pants back on?
Buster Gates: You’re so demanding...
*Buster grabs his trousers and begins to put them on.*
Buster Gates: You know... This was a waste of time... I already have a suit guy back in England anyway. I’ll just call him up. Gives me a chance to invite him to the wedding too.
Hayley: So why were we here in the first place?
Buster Gates: Gets us out the house I guess... Something to do...
*Buster zips up his pants and grabs his shirt.*
Buster Gates: I’m hungry anyway, let’s get some food.
Hayley: Shouldn’t we wait for the guy to come back?
Buster Gates: Nah... There’s cameras in here. They can see my face. They can bill me for the suit later.
Hayley: ... Ok?
Buster Gates: Let’s get out of here.
*Buster walks out of the room whilst buttoning up his shirt. Hayley follows behind. The camera fades to black.*
Hayley: Even still, me being here whilst you’re getting your wedding suit... I don’t think that’s the best idea.
Buster Gates: Pfft... I want you to see it. I just don’t want to be around when you get your dress.
Hayley: I’m sure that’s some sort of double standard... Why couldn’t you just bring one of your other friends?
*Buster stops walking and looks at Hayley.*
Hayley: I... Hmm...
Buster Gates: Here’s the store anyway...
*The pair walk into the store with Buster shaking his head.*
Shop Assistant: Good evening sir, madam... How may I help you?
Buster Gates: I’m getting married pretty soon and I need a suit.
Shop Assistant: Congratulations! Is this the bride to be?
Buster Gates: That’s none of your damn business!
*Hayley punches Buster’s arm.*
Buster Gates: I mean... Um, yes... Yeah...
*The shop assistant nervously laughs.*
Shop Assistant: ... You’re a lucky man... So, what type of suit are you looking for?
Buster Gates: Well... That’s the thing. Everyone always goes with a black suit, nice fancy tie... A want a white suit, white shirt, white tie... White other stuff too.
Shop Assistant: I see. That’s actually not as uncommon as you might think. We get clients all the time who want white suits made.
Buster Gates: Oh really?! Ok... Ok... I want a lime green suit with...
Hayley: Don’t listen to him haha... He’ll take a white suit.
*Hayley glares at Buster.*
Shop Assistant: Wise choice. Follow me...
*Buster and Hayley are lead into a fitting room.*
Shop Assistant: We keep a lot of our suits back here. Black, blue, white, grey... Whatever you’re looking for. Feel free to try some on and if there’s one you like we can measure you up and make one to your sizing.
Buster Gates: Where’s the one’s with all the frills?
Shop Assistant: Uh..?
Hayley: ... He’s joking!
*The assistant nods with a smile on his face and leaves the room.*
Hayley: Do you always need to embarrass me like that?
Buster Gates: It was a legit question!
Hayley: You’re an idiot...
Buster Gates: What do you think anyway? Any of these look good to you?
*Buster picks up a white suit from a rack.*
Hayley: Why don’t you try it on?
Buster Gates: Maybe I will...
*Buster walks into a changing room. He soon walks out wearing the suit.*
Hayley: Hmm... It’s nice...
Buster Gates: Your face says otherwise.
Hayley: I mean... It isn’t the best. Maybe try a different one.
Buster Gates: OH SO IM LOSING AT WEARING SUITS NOW?! This Robert Blake Effect is damaging my day to day life...
*The shop assistant runs into the room.*
Shop Assistant: Is everything ok in here?
Buster Gates: Does everything look ok?! Look at this suit!
Shop Assistant: I don’t see a problem with...
Buster Gates: Useless!
*Buster flexes hard and tears the suit. He rips it from his body till he’s standing in his underwear. The shop assistant runs back out of the room.*
Hayley: What the hell?!
Buster Gates: Stupid suit...
Hayley: Did you need to do that?!
Buster Gates: Well! ... Yes.
Hayley: Little bit extreme though, don’t you think?
Buster Gates: I didn’t want to wear that suit. I took it off! What else was I supposed to do?
Hayley: Take it off like a normal person?! How about that?
*Buster tuts.*
Hayley: That guy has probably gone to get security or something... Can you at least go and put your pants back on?
Buster Gates: You’re so demanding...
*Buster grabs his trousers and begins to put them on.*
Buster Gates: You know... This was a waste of time... I already have a suit guy back in England anyway. I’ll just call him up. Gives me a chance to invite him to the wedding too.
Hayley: So why were we here in the first place?
Buster Gates: Gets us out the house I guess... Something to do...
*Buster zips up his pants and grabs his shirt.*
Buster Gates: I’m hungry anyway, let’s get some food.
Hayley: Shouldn’t we wait for the guy to come back?
Buster Gates: Nah... There’s cameras in here. They can see my face. They can bill me for the suit later.
Hayley: ... Ok?
Buster Gates: Let’s get out of here.
*Buster walks out of the room whilst buttoning up his shirt. Hayley follows behind. The camera fades to black.*
