*ahem*
Excuse me, Miss. Speerz.... my name is Johnny Spifferton. I come to you with a proposition.
*strieghtens tie*
I seem you are in need of a manager. I just happen to be one. With you voice and my extraordinary people skills we could go places, baby. To the moon even! Oh yea! Badda boom! So, heres my card...
*gives a cracker with words printed on it*
Call me, doll. We'll do lunch.
*forms a gun with fingers and fires with a clicking noise and a wink*
*Throws coat over sholder and walks... no.... STRUTS off*
