Inside the Colbert News Room
Tap, tap, tap; eraser on legal pad. Stephen massaged his forehead and sighed.
Quietly chuckling and grinning ear to ear, this is how he works: struggling before an empty tablet, sorting through the numerous news segments, trying to find the cream of the shit-crop.
After careful contemplation, he moves in to harvest and eviscerate each fault with the tip of his No. 2 Ticonderoga pencil.
He was still laughing to himself when Bobby walked in.
“Good Newsday?” Bobby asked.
Steven looked up with a cheerful glint in his eye, and said, “Spectacular. These days my job is all too easy.”
And that's how I see it happening, folks. Honestly, I don't know why, but Colbert really strikes me as a Ticonderoga kind of guy.
2,000 / 15,000
Ugh. I'm dehydrated, and I think I need a nap. Someone hug me.