Post by Jon Knapik on Nov 30, 2005 23:35:12 GMT -5
[Muss and The Bomb - THE TROUBLESHOOTERS - are sitting in a dimly lit den in Vanity's mansion adjacent to The Fantastics training facility. They're watching something on television and laughing, thriowing cheetos up and trying to catch them in their mouths.]
Muss: Man, this sure is the life!
The Bomb: Eff yeah!
[Vanity opens the door wearing a pink satin robe and his hair is up in curlers.]
Vanity: WHAT THE?!?!
Muss: Oh, hey boss!
The Bomb: Yeah dude, what's shakin'?
[Vanity is fuming standing between the two.]
Vanity: Why aren't you training?!
Muss: Creeper said we could take a break!
[The Creeper is standing in a corner for no apparent reason. The camera swings over to him as he shrugs his shoulders and lifts his palms up... Creeper speak for "I don't know what they're talking about."]
Vanity: That globulous CRETIN is not your superior!! I AM!!! I SAY TRAIN! You fools screwed around last week playing your video games and getting drunk and NOT training and then lost to those second rate TITANS!
The Bomb: In our defense, they were pretty hardcore.
Muss: Totally hardcore.
Vanity: Well this week I procured you a match with Beauty and the Beast. That Killer Queen has the GALL to question my sexual orientation! Well now he'll pay!
Muss: Yeah... you're the straighest dude I know.
The Bomb: Yeah...
Vanity: SILENCE!
Muss: And hey man, Mutant is all pissed at us for not paying our tabs.
The Bomb: Yeah, bro, I thought you'd pick 'em up! I mean, you sent us out to get our butts kicked the least you could do was...
Vanity: I AM NOT YOUR BABYSITTER! I pay you to fight, not drink! Now you'd better shape up, or I'll send you back to Neptune Burgers making minimum wage! GET TO WORK!
[Vanity storms off in a huff. Muss and The Bomb look bummed out.]
Muss: I really don't want to go down to those losers Killer Queen and Mutant.
The Bomb: Word. Let's get busy.
[The two stand up and head towards the door. As they leave, The Creeper shambles over and plops down in one of the recliners, grabbing a handful of cheetos. Fade out!]
Muss: Man, this sure is the life!
The Bomb: Eff yeah!
[Vanity opens the door wearing a pink satin robe and his hair is up in curlers.]
Vanity: WHAT THE?!?!
Muss: Oh, hey boss!
The Bomb: Yeah dude, what's shakin'?
[Vanity is fuming standing between the two.]
Vanity: Why aren't you training?!
Muss: Creeper said we could take a break!
[The Creeper is standing in a corner for no apparent reason. The camera swings over to him as he shrugs his shoulders and lifts his palms up... Creeper speak for "I don't know what they're talking about."]
Vanity: That globulous CRETIN is not your superior!! I AM!!! I SAY TRAIN! You fools screwed around last week playing your video games and getting drunk and NOT training and then lost to those second rate TITANS!
The Bomb: In our defense, they were pretty hardcore.
Muss: Totally hardcore.
Vanity: Well this week I procured you a match with Beauty and the Beast. That Killer Queen has the GALL to question my sexual orientation! Well now he'll pay!
Muss: Yeah... you're the straighest dude I know.
The Bomb: Yeah...
Vanity: SILENCE!
Muss: And hey man, Mutant is all pissed at us for not paying our tabs.
The Bomb: Yeah, bro, I thought you'd pick 'em up! I mean, you sent us out to get our butts kicked the least you could do was...
Vanity: I AM NOT YOUR BABYSITTER! I pay you to fight, not drink! Now you'd better shape up, or I'll send you back to Neptune Burgers making minimum wage! GET TO WORK!
[Vanity storms off in a huff. Muss and The Bomb look bummed out.]
Muss: I really don't want to go down to those losers Killer Queen and Mutant.
The Bomb: Word. Let's get busy.
[The two stand up and head towards the door. As they leave, The Creeper shambles over and plops down in one of the recliners, grabbing a handful of cheetos. Fade out!]