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I'll follow this log.

Thanks!

Do you want any agents? Does anyone other than AnthonyP?

(In case you didn't know, you pick up to 2 agents and represent them like AnthonyP did; for example if you picked Hamilton and he hit 3 homers you could say that he was glad.)

I'm not going to until you finish at least half of a season in one of your logs.

I'll have Russell Martin and Ryan Madson as my agents.
(If I do bad, don't blame me, I'm new here for a reason.)

Don't blame you? Okay fine, I'll blame... Marvin.

QFT But seriously, from what I can tell, you (AgentP) have trouble sticking to a log. Nobody wants to read something then have it end after a couple days. You must build some trust first

QFT.

Okay this needs to end soon. QFT has been driven to the point of insanity.

--PLAYER UPDATE--

Nix: Can you believe this? The manager expects me to play first base!
Russell: At least you've played.
D.Barton: I wouldn't be complaining about playing first, at least you're not playing short.
Martin: And they want a backup catcher? For what, to sit on the bench while I lead us to victory?
Mikey Roberts: *ahem*
Nix: Oh, hi there Jack. I didn't know they let the batboys in the clubhouse.
Roberts: What are you talking about?
Nix: You're Jack right? I helped you get this job you know. You should be thanking me.
Roberts: My name is Mikey actually. Mikey Roberts, manager of the Miami Marlins.
Nix: Who's that?
Roberts: Me. The guy who put you in at first base last game?
Nix: Oh, you're that guy we were all complaining about.
Roberts: Yeah, the guy who's about to bench you!
Nix: You can't bench me. I'm already on the bench!
Owings: (Thinking) Maybe I could help him out.
Roberts: I thought you were going to say "I quit." That'd be so cliché.
Nix: Whoa, big fancy words!
Owings: Hey Mr. Roberts. I wanted to ask you a question.
Roberts: What is it?
Owings: Do you prefer coconut cream or whipped cream pie?
Roberts: Coconut cream, I guess. Why?
Owings: (To someone across the room) He said coconut cream!
???: Okay, get the coconut cream, Ryan.
Roberts: Ryan? Which one?
???: Uh...you know. Howard or whatever his name is. The one that plays.
Roberts: Well, one's our third baseman and one's our closer.
???: Then it's settled. We'll eat both pies.
Madson: What? I thought you said we would smash one in his face.
???: No. That was part of the plan, to lure you guys into the trap, and now we're going to test you all for drugs!
(The owners of the team walk in)
Roberts: You're just in time, some guy named "???" trapped us and is about to drug test all of us.
???: Oh, I remember now! It was Ryan Braun I was after.
Roberts: You should really write these things down.
???: And end up with an office like that?
Roberts: Are you blind? My office is squeaky clean. Just like my teeth, because I brush with only the finest toothpaste, Softsoap!
Nix: I'm pretty sure that's a soap and not a toothpaste.
???: Whatever. Just take these cups and do your thing.
Nix: But there are only like 6 of us, there's 12 others on the team!
???: That, sir, is why it's called "random".
Nix: Plus aren't you always supposed to test Josh when you come?
???: Oh, forget it. I'm not really a MLB drug tester. I'm really your ace, Justin Verlander!
Nix: Um...
Kendrick: hai guise mai teem sux LOL i want trde lawl hahahaha
???: Just kidding, I'm the Marlins' former general manager, General Manager!
Verlander: What's going on? I hward my name.
Hamilton: Yeah, me too.
Sgt. Pepper: Too bad, you're starting today.
Morrow: But I'm supposed to start today!
Nix: Yeah, Josh isn't even a pitcher.
Sgt. Pepper: Who's Josh? I was talking to Mark Prior.
Roberts: Do you even have a clue as to where you are?
Sgt. Pepper: Yeah, I'm at Panpaka Park, home of the Scranton Stranglers.
Roberts: Who is that? Is that like our Single-A team or something?
???: Uh, is anyone payimg attention? Because I'm about to inject someone with steroids!
Marlon Byrd: What have I got to lose, I already know I'm getting suspended for 50 games in like 4 years!
???: Cool but I'm really Bud Selig, commissioner of the MLB.
Byrd: Wait what? Where am I? This isn't our stadium.
???: Why would you be there? You're a free agent.
Byrd: I will be in 4 years or so.
???: Um...

Just then Happy Alexanderson came in and hit ???, Byrd, and Sgt. Pepper with his Happyball. They all fell down laughing and disappeared through a magic portal that led them to wherever they were supposed to be.

Francoeur: You said I was supposed to have a line!
Terry: This confuses me.

My brain hurts...

Me: Ha ha. I like getting attention in other topics.

Other guy: Hi, I'm the head of John Ramone's legal team. We are suing you for 100,000,000 money for plagiarism. I'm James Young. Here's my card. We'll see you in court.

This.

This QFT shit has been beaten to death.

AgentP is a *(censored)* murderer I tell you! AgentP, on top of the lawsuit my legal team has bestowed upon you, you're going to spend the rest of your life in prison for torturing and killing QF.... QF... Oh, God no! It really is dead!

HOORAY!

QF....Q....q Quoted for Lies.... Yeah no, it's definitely dead.

THANK GOD!