Post by Hexxy on Mar 21, 2009 23:10:10 GMT -6
We open to the outside of the white house. Hexx and Mimic stand outside, waiting. Mimic begins making hand motions.
Hexx: I know, its odd that President Obama would ask us here, but he has.
Mimic begins to do the "Thriller" dance.
Hexx: I realize this is highly unorthodox this close to a pay per view, but he's the president.
Mimic stops and scratches his head. He begins eating a ham and cheese grinder.
Hexx: Where'd you get that?
Mimic points at his crotch.
Hexx: Nasty.
A secret service agent comes out and ushers them in. Mimic begins to point wildly at him.
Hexx: Yes it was very nice of them to give James Woods a job here.
Secret Service Agent: What?
Hexx: Nothing Mr. Woods.
The Agent just stares at them. Mimic lunges forward and judo chops him, nothing happens. He then locks in the Vulcan death pinch and the man passes out.
Hexx: That was uncalled for.
Mimic lifts up the mans coat, revealing a bomb.
Hexx: I see. I'll warn the president, you go find the other terrorists.
Mimic takes off down the hall way. Hexx walks over to the oval office and walks in. Obama sits at his desk.
Obama: Hexx, good to see you again brother.
Hexx: Wassup nicca.
Obama: You know, mo money mo problems.
Hexx: Fo show.
Obama: I got a favor to axe you, and only you can do it.
Hexx: Spit.
Obama: Kill Osama Bin Laden.
Hexx: That it?
Obama: Yeah.
Hexx: BRB.
Hexx leaves the room. We cut to Mimic, he's in the kitchen, beating the cooks with four feet of sausage links. We cut back to Hexx re entering Obama's office.
Hexx: Done.
Obama: Really?
Hexx: Yeah, can't show it on tv, but he's dead.
Obama: Thanks homes.
Hexx: Now, my payment.
Obama stands up and begins to un button his shirt.
Hexx: NOT THAT! Atleast, not now.
Obama sits down and instead hands Hexx pillow case full of pot.
Hexx: We're done filming for the day boys.
We cut back to Mimic, who is now standing in a room full of people, all knocked unconscious, as he devours the four feet of sausage links.
Fin.
Oh and they also kicked the asses of the guys trying to blow up the president.
Hexx: I know, its odd that President Obama would ask us here, but he has.
Mimic begins to do the "Thriller" dance.
Hexx: I realize this is highly unorthodox this close to a pay per view, but he's the president.
Mimic stops and scratches his head. He begins eating a ham and cheese grinder.
Hexx: Where'd you get that?
Mimic points at his crotch.
Hexx: Nasty.
A secret service agent comes out and ushers them in. Mimic begins to point wildly at him.
Hexx: Yes it was very nice of them to give James Woods a job here.
Secret Service Agent: What?
Hexx: Nothing Mr. Woods.
The Agent just stares at them. Mimic lunges forward and judo chops him, nothing happens. He then locks in the Vulcan death pinch and the man passes out.
Hexx: That was uncalled for.
Mimic lifts up the mans coat, revealing a bomb.
Hexx: I see. I'll warn the president, you go find the other terrorists.
Mimic takes off down the hall way. Hexx walks over to the oval office and walks in. Obama sits at his desk.
Obama: Hexx, good to see you again brother.
Hexx: Wassup nicca.
Obama: You know, mo money mo problems.
Hexx: Fo show.
Obama: I got a favor to axe you, and only you can do it.
Hexx: Spit.
Obama: Kill Osama Bin Laden.
Hexx: That it?
Obama: Yeah.
Hexx: BRB.
Hexx leaves the room. We cut to Mimic, he's in the kitchen, beating the cooks with four feet of sausage links. We cut back to Hexx re entering Obama's office.
Hexx: Done.
Obama: Really?
Hexx: Yeah, can't show it on tv, but he's dead.
Obama: Thanks homes.
Hexx: Now, my payment.
Obama stands up and begins to un button his shirt.
Hexx: NOT THAT! Atleast, not now.
Obama sits down and instead hands Hexx pillow case full of pot.
Hexx: We're done filming for the day boys.
We cut back to Mimic, who is now standing in a room full of people, all knocked unconscious, as he devours the four feet of sausage links.
Fin.
Oh and they also kicked the asses of the guys trying to blow up the president.