We're somewhere in the late 2050s, and Garbageman looks old as hell. His suit's all disheveled and ill fitting because they don't make suits for guys who look 200 years old and have extra corners for all the bones jutting out and weird humps that old people have. Ten rings loosely clank around on his fingers, which grow ever skinnier, and he shuffles up to the podium with a forlorn look in his cloudy eyes.
He coughs and taps on the gooseneck microphone to ensure its on before he cranes his neck so that his raspy voice can form words that get picked up on the loudspeaker.
"Somebody, please...kill me."
The mic gets cut, and Garbageman's lips are still moving, but Kool & The Gang's "Celebration" is just blaring loudly. Out comes Bulls owner Roman Roy with two burly security guards. Roman points towards the podium and the guards wrangle the almost senile GM and escort him to the side. GMan looks confused at what's going on, but ultimately acquiesces.
Roman Roy's got a headset mic on, and as Garbageman is ushered out of the spotlight, the music's volume fades a little bit.
"Never mind that, everyone. We just got to put him back in his cage and feed him some prunes, and he'll be back to plotting how to bring more banners to the United Center's rafters. He's just a little cranky."
Kool & The Gang wraps up and the owner of the Chicago Bulls paces in front of the podium. The two large men are giving Gman a talking to and it looks like he's calming down and accepting that he'll probably have to pull himself together before the Q&A portion of this thing.
"Anyway, I wasn't going to come to this thing again so soon, but it looks like we won the championship again, so I figured I'd poke my head in and say good job to all the staff and players who made this possible. Most of you are still on the team, so there's not a whole lot new to talk about. Just keep slamming that rock or whatever, and we'll win 10 more championships for Father Time's toes over there in case you ever want to see a corpselike husk forced to wear sandals because of all his basketball success."
The security guards start walking Gman back to the podium, one on either side of him, so he can't get away or plead for the sweet release of death.
"All that being said, I'm gonna peace out, so it's time for ask the husk!"