Who is the secret friend?

Subject: Who is the secret friend? Sun Jun 29, 2008 5:11 am

Commentator: We're going to bring you to our broadcast colleague in the back now, who has reported a lead on the mystery friend that Deadsy has been talking about...

Interviewer: Thanks, we still have no idea who this friend is or may be, or if he really exists...but there were reports that Deadsy did not arrive alone tonight, so we're going to try and get to the bottom of this. As you can see the door to his dressing room is shut, but there are murmurs escaping from the room, let's try and get in...

*Knock Knock*

*Voices stop, Deadsy sticks his head out the door*

Deadsy: Can i help you?

*Interviewer tries to poke his head in*

Deadsy: Can i help you, i said.

*Shoves him away*

Interviewer: Well Deadsy, you said that you had a friend here, and i was coming here to call your bluff.

Deadsy: You callin me a liar, brother?

Interviewer: No, no, not at all. I was thinking that if there was a friend, you might want to appease the masses, and reveal 'em.

Deadsy: You thought huh? Do they pay you to think around here? or just stand around and look dumb with a microphone? I do have a friend here...i have a friend across the sea...hell, in high school i had friends who did my homework, do you know any of them num nuts?

*Interviewer shakes head*

Deadsy: Then what on this green earth makes you think, or anyone for that matter, that their identity is ANY of your business...Ya know, don't answer that...How much money do you have?

Interviewer:...uh *pulls out wallet...counts* 42 dollars...why?

Deadsy: Give me it.

*Hands Deadsy money*

Deadsy: I'm feeling pretty nice, and 42 dollars richer, thanks by the way bum, i can take my gf out to McDonalds now, loser...But you did pay none the less, and since you couldn't keep your grubby little nose away from my door you do get to see who I'm talkin to.
Interviewer *Dumfounded* I do?

Deadsy: Yeah chump, let me introduce you to...*Opens door for camera*...MY MOM, hahahaha, she came to wish me luck...she has to get going now though.

*Kisses mom on cheek as she leaves*

Deadsy: Ha, hope that was worth the money...*slams door in face*

Interviewer: Well there you have it...his mom...i guess we wo--

*2 voices pick back up from behind the shut door*

Interviewer: Deadsy, Deadsy! *Knocking on door*

Deadsy: GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF YOUR HANDS TOO!

Interviewer: Sorry guys, but i'm gettin out of here! Back to you!