Post by Jon Knapik on Nov 21, 2005 15:41:56 GMT -5
[We're poolside, suckers! Vanity's estate is beautiful, and his pool is no exception - it's in the shape of the Galaxian title belt! Vanity and Phantasy are laying on reclining chairs enjoying the sun. In the background you can hear The Troubleshooters splashing and yelling in the pool. Phantasy is gorgeous wearing a small bikini leaving little to the imagination. Vanity leaves little to the imagination as well, wearing a purple... is that a thong? The Creeper walks up to the two.]
Vanity: Creeper, fetch me another cosmopolitan. *snap*
[The Creeper takes an empty glass from Vanity and shambles off to do his bidding.]
Phantasy: Oh, Vanity. We were such a failure at "It's On!" I want some gold SO BAD!
Vanity: I know, my dear, I know. We're going to get that gold soon enough. For now, we'll set our sights on tag team conquests! That beast fetching me a drink and I make a wonderful tag team and The Troubleshooters, despite last Sunday's FIASCO!...*mumble**voice trails off*
[The shot switches to Muss and The Bomb, who are in the pool watching Vanity and Phantasy speaking to one another. For some reason they have their glasses on.]
Muss: I wonder what the boss is saying to Phantasy.
The Bomb: Probably talking up our game plan for next week.
[Phantasy laughs loudly and touches Vanity on the arm.]
Muss: Yeah, probably.
The Bomb: Hey, that was pretty messed up yesterday with The Gladiators and what not. I'm pretty pissed.
Muss: You think she's into him?
The Bomb: Huh? Who?
Muss: Vanity.
The Bomb: Dude, I don't think he's.. ya know... playing on our team.
Muss: Huh? No way, bro. He's had a million chicks. I've heard him talk about 'em before.
[The Creeper arrives with Vanity's drink, and Vanity looks upset for some reason. Vanity stands and slaps the tray out of The Creeper's hands sending the cosmo flying into the air. The Creeper is startled, but his expression doesn't change much. Vanity is livid and sends The Creeper away.]
Muss: The Creeper is kinda gross.
The Bomb: Oh c'mon dude, he's alright.
Muss: Yeah YEAH but he's gross, right?
[Vanity turns around revealing his swim wear is indeed a thong.]
The Bomb: Now that's gross.
[Fade out!]
Vanity: Creeper, fetch me another cosmopolitan. *snap*
[The Creeper takes an empty glass from Vanity and shambles off to do his bidding.]
Phantasy: Oh, Vanity. We were such a failure at "It's On!" I want some gold SO BAD!
Vanity: I know, my dear, I know. We're going to get that gold soon enough. For now, we'll set our sights on tag team conquests! That beast fetching me a drink and I make a wonderful tag team and The Troubleshooters, despite last Sunday's FIASCO!...*mumble**voice trails off*
[The shot switches to Muss and The Bomb, who are in the pool watching Vanity and Phantasy speaking to one another. For some reason they have their glasses on.]
Muss: I wonder what the boss is saying to Phantasy.
The Bomb: Probably talking up our game plan for next week.
[Phantasy laughs loudly and touches Vanity on the arm.]
Muss: Yeah, probably.
The Bomb: Hey, that was pretty messed up yesterday with The Gladiators and what not. I'm pretty pissed.
Muss: You think she's into him?
The Bomb: Huh? Who?
Muss: Vanity.
The Bomb: Dude, I don't think he's.. ya know... playing on our team.
Muss: Huh? No way, bro. He's had a million chicks. I've heard him talk about 'em before.
[The Creeper arrives with Vanity's drink, and Vanity looks upset for some reason. Vanity stands and slaps the tray out of The Creeper's hands sending the cosmo flying into the air. The Creeper is startled, but his expression doesn't change much. Vanity is livid and sends The Creeper away.]
Muss: The Creeper is kinda gross.
The Bomb: Oh c'mon dude, he's alright.
Muss: Yeah YEAH but he's gross, right?
[Vanity turns around revealing his swim wear is indeed a thong.]
The Bomb: Now that's gross.
[Fade out!]