Jerry's Cousin // Jack Brewer X OC

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||THE COMMERCIAL||

|CAMI

Me and Jack were sparring as Jerry, Eddie, Milton, and Kim watched. If I weren't here, Kim and Jack would probably spar, considering she's the next highest belt in the class. Jack's number 1, I'm number two, and Kim's number three. Moving on, we were sparring, as usual, when Rudy walked into the dojo. "Sorry I'm late everyone, but I've got big news!" Rudy announced. "I've been studying acting at the Even You Can Act Acadamy. Turns out, even I can act. My teacher is Dan Lemont, former star of Beach Patrol."

"Oh! I loved Beach Patrol! They had Loretta the talking dolphin!" Eddie exclaimed.

"That dolphin's all attitude," I nodded.

"Talk to the fin cause the blowhole ain't listenin'," me and Kim recited in unison, high fiving each other. Kim's like a sister to me, so when she and Carlos get married, it won't be much different. I'm a big Kilos shipper. Don't judge me.

"Dan Lemont's class is very exclusive. You have to go through an incredibly rigorous selection process," Rudy 'informed' us.

"By 'rigorous' you mean the free lesson coupon stuck under the wind shield wiper?" Jack guessed.

"Correct," I nodded.

"For your information, Dan himself told me he thinks I have real talent," Rudy told us.

"He's getting paid to teach acting classes that require talent. He's obligated to say that," I scoffed.

"Fine. I'll show you an exercise I learned today in class. Then you can tell me if I have talent or not. It's called improv," Rudy said.

"Improv?" Eddie asked.

"That's right! No script, no problem. Just me alone pulling it outta my own brain," Rudy explained.

"You'll be pullin' it outta somewhere," Kim muttered.

"Cam, Jack, be my scene group," Rudy told us.

"Not gonna happen Rudy. Acting is really not our thing," Jack declined.

"Don't worry. Just let my talent drive the train," Rudy assured. "Ok, here's the scene. We're in a," Rudy grabbed a stack of mats, bringing them towards me and Jack, "mini mart and Jack's the clerk, Cam's the bag person. And I'm," Rudy grabbed a bow staff and a bucket, placing the bucket on his head, "the King of France." He was using a terrible accent making me cringe as I leaned on the mats.

"Would you care for a candy bar? They're king sized," Jack joked making the others laugh.

"Oui oui," Rudy replied.

"Oh sorry, you can't do that here," Jack shook his head.

"Bathroom's broken! Jerry's been poopin' pebbles all week," I joked making the gang laugh and Jerry to glare at me. "If you have to go wee wee you're gonna have to wait til you get back to your own throne." The gang laughed even more and Jerry's glare softened, becoming more of a laugh.

"And scene," Rudy tried closing the act but the gang kept laughing. "I said and scene," Rudy repeated but now everyone but himself was laughing. "That means the scene is over!" Rudy exclaimed. "They didn't even do an accent! It's not funny if you don't do an accent!" Rudy whined as we continued laughing.