Gaz's Skits

(I'm putting this as a blog since it subtly may detail my life.)

Anyway, any skits I think up of will go here.

(These skits will have no real backstory. Just a heads-up.)

The man sat in front of Gaz in a formal fashion as the fax machine in the corner started whirring.Gaz ignored this and stared straight into the man's eyes. "What's your name?"

"Jonathan Walker, sir."
"Walker? Where have I heard that name before...?" He stopped to take a quick glance at the facsimile cover sheet that had printed, before setting it atop the machine in a single fluid motion. He opened up the file cabinet beside it and started flipping through the tabs on the manila folders as Jonathan started trying to ring a bell.

"Jeff Walker?" Gaz turned and stared at the man, lost in thought.

"Schultz & Walker? The PI firm?" No reply, only a blank stare.

"Kirk Schultz? The owner of said firm?" Nothing.

"Diane Schultz? His deceased wife? Arms maker during the Gulf War?" Blank stare.

"Michael Schultz? Their son?"

Gaz's expression suddenly changed as he turned and closed the file cabinet. "That's it! No wonder that name rang a bell." He turned and looked at the fax that had printed, which was oddly blank.