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“Tell me Jay,” asked a seemingly sympathetic Oprah before her live studio audience on her TV show bearing her name. “Do you feel like the bad guy? Hold on to your answer for a second, while we pause to take a short commercial break.”
As the flashing red studio applauds sign stopped and the clapping along with it, Jay Leno leaned forward to the edge of the couch to ask Oprah a question.
“Wow! You got quite a setup here,” said Jay Leno as he rubbed his hands together.
“Yeah, it’s nice,” said Oprah as a makeup artist blotted her face and the director counted down the seconds back to airtime.
“Three, two, one…” said the director.
“Do you feel like the bad guy?” continued Oprah picking up her line of questioning right where she left off.
“Not really,” answered Jay Leno as he leaned back, looking over his shoulder at an espresso machine and barista standing off stage. “Say, is that a full service mini café with an attendant over there?”
Oprah looking nervous simply ignored Jay Leno's question and repeated her own instead.
“Do you feel like the media has portrayed you unfairly?” Oprah asked.
Jay Leno did not answer. He just kept turning his head, looking around the studio as he sat on the couch.
“Hey, I bet this sofa is new,” said Jay Leno, as he began to bounce up and down on it, testing with his weight.
“Huh? What?” Oprah replied looking to her director who was standing off camera giving her the cut signal.
“That green room of yours is sure roomy,” said Jay Leno as he began lifting up and turning over the couch pillows for a closer inspection. “I don’t think I’ve ever had one quite that big before...”
“Stedman!” Oprah suddenly screamed out. “Take him out!”
Just then a man in a black hooded Ninja suit with an automatic weapon strapped to his back propelled down on a rope from the studio scaffolding above, landing on the stage right in front of Jay Leno.
“…And your audience,” continued Jay Leno, unawares as to what was going on as he had his head buried deep in the recesses of the couch. “What’s their demographic?”
“Tell me Jay,” asked a seemingly sympathetic Oprah before her live studio audience on her TV show bearing her name. “Do you feel like the bad guy? Hold on to your answer for a second, while we pause to take a short commercial break.”
As the flashing red studio applauds sign stopped and the clapping along with it, Jay Leno leaned forward to the edge of the couch to ask Oprah a question.
“Wow! You got quite a setup here,” said Jay Leno as he rubbed his hands together.
“Yeah, it’s nice,” said Oprah as a makeup artist blotted her face and the director counted down the seconds back to airtime.
“Three, two, one…” said the director.
“Do you feel like the bad guy?” continued Oprah picking up her line of questioning right where she left off.
“Not really,” answered Jay Leno as he leaned back, looking over his shoulder at an espresso machine and barista standing off stage. “Say, is that a full service mini café with an attendant over there?”
Oprah looking nervous simply ignored Jay Leno's question and repeated her own instead.
“Do you feel like the media has portrayed you unfairly?” Oprah asked.
Jay Leno did not answer. He just kept turning his head, looking around the studio as he sat on the couch.
“Hey, I bet this sofa is new,” said Jay Leno, as he began to bounce up and down on it, testing with his weight.
“Huh? What?” Oprah replied looking to her director who was standing off camera giving her the cut signal.
“That green room of yours is sure roomy,” said Jay Leno as he began lifting up and turning over the couch pillows for a closer inspection. “I don’t think I’ve ever had one quite that big before...”
“Stedman!” Oprah suddenly screamed out. “Take him out!”
Just then a man in a black hooded Ninja suit with an automatic weapon strapped to his back propelled down on a rope from the studio scaffolding above, landing on the stage right in front of Jay Leno.
“…And your audience,” continued Jay Leno, unawares as to what was going on as he had his head buried deep in the recesses of the couch. “What’s their demographic?”
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