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Anyone wanna play the Name Game?

Rules are pretty basic. Celebrities names, you make a chain, take the first letter of their last name, and think of a new celeb with the same letter as the first letter of their first name. Ah, like...

Catherine Zeta Jones
Johnny Depp
Donald Trump
Tori Spelling

etc.

Get it?

No repeats. The celebs can be any nationality. Dead or alive. Anyone can play.

Yeah, I'm bored. Sue me.

And please, if someone's already replied with a celebs name, don't reply with your own answer and start a new thread 'cause I'll just hit delete. I'm tired, and cranky and haven't eaten in a while so there's no way I can be bothered with more than one chain.

See? I'm all smiles and happy faces, Dewey.

And uh, Mounties? I'm limiting you to...five Canadians each. Not that you really have more than five celebs from the land of all things frozen anyway, heh.

Someone wanna start?

TM #165 Night (past prompt)

I must've done something really, really bad to dream about Kowalski again last night. I see him at work every day, the last thing I want to do is come home, finally get some sleep and have to put up with that pretty-boy for the next five hours too. God is punishing me, I know it.

I'm not gonna go into the ins and outs, I'd prefer to keep that strictly professional, maybe save them all up and get a good deal with the district shrink. Two for one sorta thing. Besides, I don't really remember that much, mostly just feelings.

It wasn't exactly revolutionary, there weren't any spotlights from heaven shining down on me when I woke up. There were a bunch of people in it, people we apparently knew but I sure as hell didn't recognise them and Fraser was no where to be seen. Some guy who should've been Welsh brought us into his office, gave Kowalski a folder and me a tiny box. I never opened it so I couldn't say what was inside but I remember thinking it was important. Then we were in some weird ah, center for something. Lots of white. I don't remember seeing any faces except Kowalski's, God help me. We were breaking up a fight, or a riot, I'm not entirely sure.

Then this guy walks in, bold as brass and Kowalski introduces him as his new partner.

I remember feeling sick and that never actually went away, I woke up with that same brick lodged somewhere deep in my gut. I got it into my head that Kowalski was cheating, so I took a swing for this shark, right? Only, Fraser, he never even entered my mind, he wasn't who this weird version of Kowalski was with. I say weird 'cause this one? Had fashion sense. So I'm thinkin', he's cheating, the fucker's cheating. On who, I don't have the first clue, but it meant enough for me to hit this guy. In my head, it just kept going round and round, he's cheating. And I'm standing there, with this box and now the folder too, the fight's still going on around us, this sleazy guy is flashing his badge, calling Kowalski his partner and I'm wondering where's the best place to throw up that isn't gonna ruin my shoes.

And I'm partnerless.

Then I remember the noise, the riot closes in, Kowalski and Fish Face one side of the room, me on the other. Next to a blithering fool. A really short one. Danny DeVito short. And my now ex-partner waves, the blithering fool introduces himself as my new partner, courtesy of Kowalski, and my mouth drops low enough for this midget to walk inside. I actually wanted to shoot myself, how the fuck could I work with that guy now? It's like I couldn't believe Kowalski could do that. Didn't wanna be my partner anymore, set this whole thing up, didn't say a word to me about it.

I guess maybe he was cheating on me.

And hey, look, just in time. I've found a nice corner to go throw up in.