Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Jul 2, 2009 2:06:04 GMT -6
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*The image fades and we once again go to the Dirty Deal mobile locker room.*
Curtis: Dude! What the hell!?
Ron: What?
Curtis: Your former presidential guest spot got us a lot of crap from PETA!
Ron: Well they suck.
Curtis: Damn right they do. Which got me thinking, we've already got all the people who want to support us with our awesome ad campaigns, so now we need to threaten those that don't support us with threatening ad campaigns.
Ron: Genius!
Curtis: Yeah, so check out this poster mock up I got for us to send to PETA and rescue shelters and all those animal loving hippies.
Ron: Huh. I wondered why we were posing with lighters and a bag full of kittens that one day. Well, I guess now it makes sense.
Curtis: I knew we'd need it some day. SO YOU HEAR THAT PETA! We're gonna burn some kitties without your support!
Ron: That is how we get it done as corporate types!
Russell: Hey guys, I was just out ge--holy crap! What is with that poster!
Ron: You like? No, you can't have the barbecued cats after.
Russell: That is wrong on so many levels! You can't threaten animals!
Curtis: Well we are, so shut it!
Russell: Well you ca--
Curtis: And speaking of pussies--
Russell: What the hell!?
Curtis: I mean in the cat variety. Not the Amber money making variety. Speaking of them though, these Superfans want to come out and talk smack like they mean something? Like we should be scared of them or something? Oh, they can sneak attack us sure. They can beat us up after they handcuff us. But we've already proven that when we see them coming, we destroy them. And the same will happen once and yet again come Sunday.
Ron: Yeah, they blow chunks. Marc's the only one speaking so far, and it's nothing but nonsense.
Curtis: Wait, Mark?
Ron: No, Marc.
Russell: You guys are saying the same thing.
Curtis: No, no, he's saying Marc, with a "c," not Mark, with a "k."
Russell: How can you tell the difference?
Ron: It's in the nuiance of the way you say it. You should know that...unless your one of them! You're a damn robot aren't you!!?
Russell: What the hell are you talking about?
*Ron opens the window.*
Russell: How did I miss that on the way in?
Curtis: Probably too busy staring at Amber.
Russell: Yeah.
Curtis: Don't worry Ron, they're here to protect us, not take over. We're the ones taking over. And all we have to do is go through the Marc/k's and it's ours. Well, we're in the corporate door. We'll be uh...uh...what the hell will we be doing?
Ron: I don't know. What the hell are Simpson and Sheballz jobs?
Russell: I think Shebaz is talent relations, I have no idea what Sampson does.
Curtis: Lot of good you are. She-man and his Pulse will be gone! Simpson and his...show...thing, does he still do that?
Ron: Well, we interupted one and it became un-airable. I don't know if he still is.
Curtis: Beats me. But either way, that'll be gone too.
Russell: You won't fire them fire them will you? I mean, they do a lot of other stuff too.
Curtis: Hmmm. Well, we could let them keep doing all the boring backstage stuff we don't care about. Updating the website and all that. We just want the offices and the accolades really.
Ron: Like any good politician. Just have our aides do it all.
Curtis: Maybe we could hire the Superfans as our aides. They can pose as pages and all that. Since they won't ever be able to wrestle again after we destroy them, it'll be the least we can do.
Ron: Eh, maybe.
Curtis: Well, we can figure that part out after Sunday. Until then, we can figure out. Maybe we should figure out who Superfans will show up as this time.
Ron: But that won't matter.
Curtis: Oh yeah, we're going to kill them, but we just want to make sure they don't report the real one was killed like that Dusty Rhodes mix up.
Ron: Who?
Curtis: I don't know. But I think he's friends with the janitor. The only guy we haven't sold Amber to yet I think.
Russell: Where is Amber?
Ron: Out procuring another sponsor. Should be needing to get picked up soon.
Russell: Should...I get her?
Curtis: You just want to walk in on it. Well, all right.
Russell: Cool, I'll be back.
Ron: I knew it! He is one!
*Ron punches Russell. Russell falls to a heap on the floor.*
Ron: That didn't feel like metal.
Curtis: I told you.
Ron: Well played Curtis.
Curtis: Well, I guess Amber'll have to wait until he wakes up.
Ron: Like I give a ****.
Curtis: Yeah, whatever.
*We fade to these images of the next sponsor.*
*Scene fades out.*
*The image fades and we once again go to the Dirty Deal mobile locker room.*
Curtis: Dude! What the hell!?
Ron: What?
Curtis: Your former presidential guest spot got us a lot of crap from PETA!
Ron: Well they suck.
Curtis: Damn right they do. Which got me thinking, we've already got all the people who want to support us with our awesome ad campaigns, so now we need to threaten those that don't support us with threatening ad campaigns.
Ron: Genius!
Curtis: Yeah, so check out this poster mock up I got for us to send to PETA and rescue shelters and all those animal loving hippies.
Ron: Huh. I wondered why we were posing with lighters and a bag full of kittens that one day. Well, I guess now it makes sense.
Curtis: I knew we'd need it some day. SO YOU HEAR THAT PETA! We're gonna burn some kitties without your support!
Ron: That is how we get it done as corporate types!
Russell: Hey guys, I was just out ge--holy crap! What is with that poster!
Ron: You like? No, you can't have the barbecued cats after.
Russell: That is wrong on so many levels! You can't threaten animals!
Curtis: Well we are, so shut it!
Russell: Well you ca--
Curtis: And speaking of pussies--
Russell: What the hell!?
Curtis: I mean in the cat variety. Not the Amber money making variety. Speaking of them though, these Superfans want to come out and talk smack like they mean something? Like we should be scared of them or something? Oh, they can sneak attack us sure. They can beat us up after they handcuff us. But we've already proven that when we see them coming, we destroy them. And the same will happen once and yet again come Sunday.
Ron: Yeah, they blow chunks. Marc's the only one speaking so far, and it's nothing but nonsense.
Curtis: Wait, Mark?
Ron: No, Marc.
Russell: You guys are saying the same thing.
Curtis: No, no, he's saying Marc, with a "c," not Mark, with a "k."
Russell: How can you tell the difference?
Ron: It's in the nuiance of the way you say it. You should know that...unless your one of them! You're a damn robot aren't you!!?
Russell: What the hell are you talking about?
*Ron opens the window.*
Russell: How did I miss that on the way in?
Curtis: Probably too busy staring at Amber.
Russell: Yeah.
Curtis: Don't worry Ron, they're here to protect us, not take over. We're the ones taking over. And all we have to do is go through the Marc/k's and it's ours. Well, we're in the corporate door. We'll be uh...uh...what the hell will we be doing?
Ron: I don't know. What the hell are Simpson and Sheballz jobs?
Russell: I think Shebaz is talent relations, I have no idea what Sampson does.
Curtis: Lot of good you are. She-man and his Pulse will be gone! Simpson and his...show...thing, does he still do that?
Ron: Well, we interupted one and it became un-airable. I don't know if he still is.
Curtis: Beats me. But either way, that'll be gone too.
Russell: You won't fire them fire them will you? I mean, they do a lot of other stuff too.
Curtis: Hmmm. Well, we could let them keep doing all the boring backstage stuff we don't care about. Updating the website and all that. We just want the offices and the accolades really.
Ron: Like any good politician. Just have our aides do it all.
Curtis: Maybe we could hire the Superfans as our aides. They can pose as pages and all that. Since they won't ever be able to wrestle again after we destroy them, it'll be the least we can do.
Ron: Eh, maybe.
Curtis: Well, we can figure that part out after Sunday. Until then, we can figure out. Maybe we should figure out who Superfans will show up as this time.
Ron: But that won't matter.
Curtis: Oh yeah, we're going to kill them, but we just want to make sure they don't report the real one was killed like that Dusty Rhodes mix up.
Ron: Who?
Curtis: I don't know. But I think he's friends with the janitor. The only guy we haven't sold Amber to yet I think.
Russell: Where is Amber?
Ron: Out procuring another sponsor. Should be needing to get picked up soon.
Russell: Should...I get her?
Curtis: You just want to walk in on it. Well, all right.
Russell: Cool, I'll be back.
Ron: I knew it! He is one!
*Ron punches Russell. Russell falls to a heap on the floor.*
Ron: That didn't feel like metal.
Curtis: I told you.
Ron: Well played Curtis.
Curtis: Well, I guess Amber'll have to wait until he wakes up.
Ron: Like I give a ****.
Curtis: Yeah, whatever.
*We fade to these images of the next sponsor.*
*Scene fades out.*