“Welcome Back!” EE’s apprentice gushed as EE busted open his office door.
In a full tirade, EE roared, “You call 5000 emails in my inbox a welcome back?”
The apprentice bowed his head and somberly said, “At least you know you’re wanted.”
EE scoffed, “Stop feeling sorry for yourself…for god’s sake you’re…Conan O'Brien.”
A few sniffles later, Conan said, “You’re right, EE. What would I do without you?
Giving me this gig… while I’m on hiatus…poised to make my next several millions.”
EE grunted “Oh you…celebrity types…making everyone feel sorry for you…despite all your millions too?” EE, marveling at the skill, unknowingly asked “You wouldn’t by chance know John Grisham?”
“No.” Conan said dryly.
“Huh? Never mind” EE said, “OK then, do tell me…why oh why did you choose, Little House on the Prairie for New Beginnings?
Conan defended, “I know it’s been done before, but…I thought it’d be fun.”
“It’s practically American folklore. Poor, Laura Ingalls Wilder…you’ve done her a great injustice.”
“Hey…I’m Canadian. And as far we’re concerned, Laura’s the diabolical one, not that rich, spoiled chit, Nellie Oleson.” Conan jested.
With eyes closed, EE prayed for patience then retorted, “And the Writing Exercises – you had people write my…eulogy?”
“Brilliant idea, eh? That had the biggest interest by far…well over 1000 participants” Conan replied.
“Good God!” EE cried, and then thought…He’s right…it’s quite brilliant.
“I know. Far too many haters than I anticipated.” Conan muttered.
“I’ll say,” replied EE.
“You’re your own celebrity now, EE. All thanks to me,” Conan said.
Visions of grandeur danced in EE’s head; parties with P. Diddy, rumors of him up shack’n up with Lindsay Lohan, a stint or two in rehab…the possibilities were endless.
After careful consideration, EE said “You’re right. Care to stay on for another week?”