Chain Reaction 6: Eddie Patton vs. Erik Mateo
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(FADEIN to a run-down gym where Eddie Patton is jumping rope. His face is covered in sweat and he's wearing an Indian Hoosiers warm-up sweatsuit. After a few moments he stops, out of breath. He puts down the jump rope and sits down on a bench, wiping off his face and smiling at the camera.)
PATTON: "Hey there, IWF! Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Eddie Patton and I am a professional wrestler. Sorta.
"You see... I've been training my whole life just to get the call-up to the big leagues. And it seems every time I do... the darn league decides to get up and quit on me. First it was Next Level Wrestlin'. Then it was the New Era. I reckon if I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all.
"But a man's gotta find a way to take control of his own destiny, and so... once again... here I am. Startin' again.
"Mr. Mateo, I don't know much about you, but I'm sure I'll get to know you pretty well over the comin' days. It's an opportunity I cherish to debut against somebody who has already had some success in the ring elsewhere, so congratulations on that.
"I gotta say, on one hand.. I'm just happy to be here. Happy to get a chance to get in that ring and give it all for the fans once again. To show them the electricity which is runnin' through my veins... to make 'em realize the beauty we still got in a good, clean match.
"But it ain't just about that, Mr. Mateo. I didn't come to just to get a ribbon for participatin'. Nosirree, I came to win. To excel. To grow and prospect. To become a better and better wrestler each and every day.
"And maybe someday, God willin', to get into that ring for a chance to represent a league as its bona fide Champion.
"But one step at a time, my friend. One match at a time.
"At Chain Reaction 6, the juice is about to start flowin' again. The crowd is gonna get goin' and they're gonna get a chance to witness the rebeginning of my career. They're gonna get to feel my energy, and I will feel theirs, and in that, something beautiful will be made.
"You can count on it."
(FADEOUT.)
PATTON: "Hey there, IWF! Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Eddie Patton and I am a professional wrestler. Sorta.
"You see... I've been training my whole life just to get the call-up to the big leagues. And it seems every time I do... the darn league decides to get up and quit on me. First it was Next Level Wrestlin'. Then it was the New Era. I reckon if I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all.
"But a man's gotta find a way to take control of his own destiny, and so... once again... here I am. Startin' again.
"Mr. Mateo, I don't know much about you, but I'm sure I'll get to know you pretty well over the comin' days. It's an opportunity I cherish to debut against somebody who has already had some success in the ring elsewhere, so congratulations on that.
"I gotta say, on one hand.. I'm just happy to be here. Happy to get a chance to get in that ring and give it all for the fans once again. To show them the electricity which is runnin' through my veins... to make 'em realize the beauty we still got in a good, clean match.
"But it ain't just about that, Mr. Mateo. I didn't come to just to get a ribbon for participatin'. Nosirree, I came to win. To excel. To grow and prospect. To become a better and better wrestler each and every day.
"And maybe someday, God willin', to get into that ring for a chance to represent a league as its bona fide Champion.
"But one step at a time, my friend. One match at a time.
"At Chain Reaction 6, the juice is about to start flowin' again. The crowd is gonna get goin' and they're gonna get a chance to witness the rebeginning of my career. They're gonna get to feel my energy, and I will feel theirs, and in that, something beautiful will be made.
"You can count on it."
(FADEOUT.)
TSiegel
I spoil things.
Martyr on the Horizon
"Hrmph."
(Fadein, inside Mateo's Pub, in Las Vegas, Nevada. Not much really has changed, though Mateo has seemingly taken refuge in a dark corner, balled up in the fetal position on broken table, one that leans up against the couch as a makeshift "pillow". He wears his cowboy hat as a shade and continues to snore, a drunken snore that one can only imagine would keep up the most peaceful of neighbors....but then he is in Las Vegas.Our good friend--probably Mateo's only friend--the Cameraman protruded into view and smacked Mateo on the back of the head, but in a light-and-polite manner.)
EM: Youse neber gown caych meh Bate-man....
(The Cameraman smacks Mateo a little HARDER.)
EM: Etzah lawng flah-bowl....Antre Etheeyar ghost pack...pack...ets GOWN!!!
(Mateo gets slapped again.)
EM:...en youse needsta brang tha brahth ta ah boyal an' sayt tha often tah fore-fifdy fer' wan are....
(Mateo gets slapped again)
EM (smiling): ...Ow youse doo-ennn??
(The Cameraman finally shrugs and shakes Mateo until he pushes himself up, groggy and discombobulated. The Cameraman slides the latest lineup for "Chain Reaction 6" and Mateo suddenly jerks upward and sneezes. Reaching for the nearest tissue blindly, instead of a tissue he snatches up the lineup for Chain Reaction 6 and wipes his faces off with it, as the cameraman frantically slaps Mateo on the shoulder in vain. Finally, after Mateo lifts the brim of his hat, he sees the cameraman point to the lineup, more specifically his match against Eddie Patton.)
EM (Grimacing at the cameraman): Wha-din' yah sai sumthin'??
(Mateo turns away from the cameraman as the cameraman makes a choking motion with his two hands, visibly annoyed. Mateo turns back as convenient as the camera man walks out of camera view, clenching his fists.)
EM: Sow whut?? Wha-dough ah eben bahther?? Them doan eben sho-yup bee-f'r tha' mech....
(The Cameraman shoots a hand past Mateo's face, snatching up the remote control and turning on the Television as Pattons' RP plays. Mateo slowly takes his cowboy hat off, as if he just saw a UFO...)
EM: Wail Ah'll bay dawg-gown....
(Mateo finishes watching the video, then turns and faces the camera.)
EM: Eedie Pat-un...es et?? No reh-lay-shun tah Jeeyorge...Ass...Pat-un...no??
Youse wan ah-dem 'rasslers eh?? Thayts en-trest-in....cuz an ol' Sutherrn Boyeh-lahk meh??
Ah'sah lahk tah faht.
Youse lahk fahtin', Eedie?? Ahs' doo.
Ahs' lahk ah-faht jes' 'bowt eneh-tahm ah-kin git-et, hail...ahs' eben faht en meh slayp.
Thesz ain' bowt meh "Dreem-Fahts" thow...thesz ah-bowt youse an' meh, ehn thayt rang.
Cuz, youse say thayt rang?? Thayt rang es MAH RANG.
Et doan bay-loang tah Meester Naht-Sow-Pear-feck.
Et ain't "Poppa-Squats" rang.
Et DAYUMN ain't bay-loangen' tah Vinchenzo Sent Claire oar Rock-O-Damon-Wayans.
Thayt-thar rang thar es MAH rang.
Ain' nah-butt' bay-loangs en thayt rang bet MEH, ahs' don' car howl sletteh thayt HUSSY thanks sheh cane drase.
Bet neber-deh-lace....hyars' yer chains...yer opper-tun-ity, tah maykan empack. Jes' wand thang thow...Ahs's beh wellin' tah bate thet youse doan nayd ah half-ta-bay eh-leck-trick ehn yer vains tah emp-ress thows folks en-tha crawd.
Jes' beh lahk Vivian Bahnks, ehn tech-ah beg-ol' baht entah ah brain moffin, et'll beh eh-leck-trick en tha crawd en no tahm eff youse nose whet ah-main.
Ah ain't har' tah beh yer fren', hail, eff yer looken fer ah rebbon...youse ain't gon' fine wan har', bet youse cane fine et doan et tha "Bluh-Oys'r" club....Ah perdy boy lahk yerse'f??
No dou't en mah mahn youse cane kim aht ah whinner.
Bet thayt rasslin' rang?? Thayt thar' rang 'loangs tah MEH.
Thesz ain' gon' reh-billed yer c'rear....an' aht-sahd thayt Moffin...Ah'm perdy sher' youse on'leh gon' gate wan fellin'...an' ets mah sahsz therteen boot ehp yer ace.
Ace fer tha raised ov youse...eff youse doan beleeb meh...
Trah-meh.
Ah's dars' yas.
Ah debble dars' yas.
Thayt Em'rald Citeh tight-ahl wail beh mahn.
Oh yais et wail...
FADEOUT
"Hrmph."
(Fadein, inside Mateo's Pub, in Las Vegas, Nevada. Not much really has changed, though Mateo has seemingly taken refuge in a dark corner, balled up in the fetal position on broken table, one that leans up against the couch as a makeshift "pillow". He wears his cowboy hat as a shade and continues to snore, a drunken snore that one can only imagine would keep up the most peaceful of neighbors....but then he is in Las Vegas.Our good friend--probably Mateo's only friend--the Cameraman protruded into view and smacked Mateo on the back of the head, but in a light-and-polite manner.)
EM: Youse neber gown caych meh Bate-man....
(The Cameraman smacks Mateo a little HARDER.)
EM: Etzah lawng flah-bowl....Antre Etheeyar ghost pack...pack...ets GOWN!!!
(Mateo gets slapped again.)
EM:...en youse needsta brang tha brahth ta ah boyal an' sayt tha often tah fore-fifdy fer' wan are....
(Mateo gets slapped again)
EM (smiling): ...Ow youse doo-ennn??
(The Cameraman finally shrugs and shakes Mateo until he pushes himself up, groggy and discombobulated. The Cameraman slides the latest lineup for "Chain Reaction 6" and Mateo suddenly jerks upward and sneezes. Reaching for the nearest tissue blindly, instead of a tissue he snatches up the lineup for Chain Reaction 6 and wipes his faces off with it, as the cameraman frantically slaps Mateo on the shoulder in vain. Finally, after Mateo lifts the brim of his hat, he sees the cameraman point to the lineup, more specifically his match against Eddie Patton.)
EM (Grimacing at the cameraman): Wha-din' yah sai sumthin'??
(Mateo turns away from the cameraman as the cameraman makes a choking motion with his two hands, visibly annoyed. Mateo turns back as convenient as the camera man walks out of camera view, clenching his fists.)
EM: Sow whut?? Wha-dough ah eben bahther?? Them doan eben sho-yup bee-f'r tha' mech....
(The Cameraman shoots a hand past Mateo's face, snatching up the remote control and turning on the Television as Pattons' RP plays. Mateo slowly takes his cowboy hat off, as if he just saw a UFO...)
EM: Wail Ah'll bay dawg-gown....
(Mateo finishes watching the video, then turns and faces the camera.)
EM: Eedie Pat-un...es et?? No reh-lay-shun tah Jeeyorge...Ass...Pat-un...no??
Youse wan ah-dem 'rasslers eh?? Thayts en-trest-in....cuz an ol' Sutherrn Boyeh-lahk meh??
Ah'sah lahk tah faht.
Youse lahk fahtin', Eedie?? Ahs' doo.
Ahs' lahk ah-faht jes' 'bowt eneh-tahm ah-kin git-et, hail...ahs' eben faht en meh slayp.
Thesz ain' bowt meh "Dreem-Fahts" thow...thesz ah-bowt youse an' meh, ehn thayt rang.
Cuz, youse say thayt rang?? Thayt rang es MAH RANG.
Et doan bay-loang tah Meester Naht-Sow-Pear-feck.
Et ain't "Poppa-Squats" rang.
Et DAYUMN ain't bay-loangen' tah Vinchenzo Sent Claire oar Rock-O-Damon-Wayans.
Thayt-thar rang thar es MAH rang.
Ain' nah-butt' bay-loangs en thayt rang bet MEH, ahs' don' car howl sletteh thayt HUSSY thanks sheh cane drase.
Bet neber-deh-lace....hyars' yer chains...yer opper-tun-ity, tah maykan empack. Jes' wand thang thow...Ahs's beh wellin' tah bate thet youse doan nayd ah half-ta-bay eh-leck-trick ehn yer vains tah emp-ress thows folks en-tha crawd.
Jes' beh lahk Vivian Bahnks, ehn tech-ah beg-ol' baht entah ah brain moffin, et'll beh eh-leck-trick en tha crawd en no tahm eff youse nose whet ah-main.
Ah ain't har' tah beh yer fren', hail, eff yer looken fer ah rebbon...youse ain't gon' fine wan har', bet youse cane fine et doan et tha "Bluh-Oys'r" club....Ah perdy boy lahk yerse'f??
No dou't en mah mahn youse cane kim aht ah whinner.
Bet thayt rasslin' rang?? Thayt thar' rang 'loangs tah MEH.
Thesz ain' gon' reh-billed yer c'rear....an' aht-sahd thayt Moffin...Ah'm perdy sher' youse on'leh gon' gate wan fellin'...an' ets mah sahsz therteen boot ehp yer ace.
Ace fer tha raised ov youse...eff youse doan beleeb meh...
Trah-meh.
Ah's dars' yas.
Ah debble dars' yas.
Thayt Em'rald Citeh tight-ahl wail beh mahn.
Oh yais et wail...
FADEOUT
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Re: Martyr on the Horizon
(FADEIN to the IWF logo. On front of it is Eddie Patton in his ring gear. Nothing else to it.)
PATTON: "Hey there, IWF. Thanks for havin' me back again.
"Now, as you know, I've got a debut match comin' up against Erik Mateo. Now, I don't mean no disrespect, Mr. Mateo, but...
"... well, I watched your video a few times and I reckon I can't really make out a word you're sayin'. I ain't here to judge a man for his lifestyle. What you do in your time ain't my business.
"But I don't rightly know how to respond to such a thing. Were you threatenin' me? Promising victory? Tryin' to lure me into a sense of complacency?
"I don't know. So I'm gonna act like what you said only makes you more dangerous. And whether or not you got a drinkin' problem ain't gonna have any bearing on how things work out between us. I don't wanna assume you ain't dangerous just cause you like to have a few.
"But one thing I did gather, Mr. Mateo, is that you're a real confident man. You look at a kid like me and think it's gonna be easy. I ain't ready for you, am I right?
"Well maybe you are right, Mr. Mateo. I ain't a fortune teller, that's for sure. But I ain't a nothin', either. I didn't get here cause I had bright eyes and big hopes.
"I got here cause I believe that the measure of a man is in his willingness to succeed. To execute when the time is right. To make sure there every move counts. Every spinnin' toe hold. Every Russian leg sweep.
"I don't want no ribbon of appreciation. I came to fight and to win.
"And at Crash, I'm gonna start that engine once again. Gonna show every man, woman, and child in their seats that their hard-earned dollars were well spent watchin' the best and brightest young men in this game give it their wall. I ain't gonna leave an ounce out there.
"Whether I win or lose, well, I dunno. I don't make empty promises.
"But I will promise ya one thing, Mr. Mateo. It ain't gonna be no walk in the park. When that electricity gets flowin'... when I am feelin' it...
"I can stand in there and fight anybody.
"You ain't gotta believe it. Cause I do.
"And that's all that matters."
(FADEOUT.)
(FADEIN to the IWF logo. On front of it is Eddie Patton in his ring gear. Nothing else to it.)
PATTON: "Hey there, IWF. Thanks for havin' me back again.
"Now, as you know, I've got a debut match comin' up against Erik Mateo. Now, I don't mean no disrespect, Mr. Mateo, but...
"... well, I watched your video a few times and I reckon I can't really make out a word you're sayin'. I ain't here to judge a man for his lifestyle. What you do in your time ain't my business.
"But I don't rightly know how to respond to such a thing. Were you threatenin' me? Promising victory? Tryin' to lure me into a sense of complacency?
"I don't know. So I'm gonna act like what you said only makes you more dangerous. And whether or not you got a drinkin' problem ain't gonna have any bearing on how things work out between us. I don't wanna assume you ain't dangerous just cause you like to have a few.
"But one thing I did gather, Mr. Mateo, is that you're a real confident man. You look at a kid like me and think it's gonna be easy. I ain't ready for you, am I right?
"Well maybe you are right, Mr. Mateo. I ain't a fortune teller, that's for sure. But I ain't a nothin', either. I didn't get here cause I had bright eyes and big hopes.
"I got here cause I believe that the measure of a man is in his willingness to succeed. To execute when the time is right. To make sure there every move counts. Every spinnin' toe hold. Every Russian leg sweep.
"I don't want no ribbon of appreciation. I came to fight and to win.
"And at Crash, I'm gonna start that engine once again. Gonna show every man, woman, and child in their seats that their hard-earned dollars were well spent watchin' the best and brightest young men in this game give it their wall. I ain't gonna leave an ounce out there.
"Whether I win or lose, well, I dunno. I don't make empty promises.
"But I will promise ya one thing, Mr. Mateo. It ain't gonna be no walk in the park. When that electricity gets flowin'... when I am feelin' it...
"I can stand in there and fight anybody.
"You ain't gotta believe it. Cause I do.
"And that's all that matters."
(FADEOUT.)
TSiegel
I spoil things.
Re: Martyr on the Horizon
"Gammeh anudder wan.."
(Fadein, a drunken-stupor-laden Erik Mateo, his head down on the bar, resting on his left arm as his right flails invalidly for a drink. Our friendly-neighborhood cameraman walks up to him and sighs. Foregoing the usual polite nudges, he reaches over for a red cup and fills it up with water and hesitates as he holds it over Mateos' head. Looking over at his watch and taking a second deep breath, he shrugs his shoulders and dumps it anyway, tossing the cup in the trash and grabbing the television remote, hitting 'Play' on it. Mateo thrusts his head up suddenly, throwing his hair back and getting water on the cameraman as he passes by. The cameraman mutters something inaudibly as he grabs a towel to wipe himself.)
EM: Ah-swar sheh sade sheh whas aigh-tane!!!
(Mateo looks up and sees his current opponent on screen.)
EM: Whut tha...youse bake ah-gayn??
EM: Hail nah...ets two laid 'fer thayt...
(Mateo jerks back abit)
EM: Meow, jest whut tha feck es THAYT seh-pose 'men?? Youse ah deaf sum-beech?? Youse cane' un'stain Anglesh??
EM: Patton, youse mest beh a stabbern sumbeech tah naht un'stain whut ah sade are youse jest don' naow wayne tah sheddup, tack yer' pick....bet PATTON THES:
Ah'm ah PATTON mah boot ain yer ace....whut'ja thank 'bout thayt??
Tha fack es...Ah aim a dang'rus main.
Eff youse thanken Ah'm confedaint...ets prolleh' 'cuz ah aim.
Whah'??
'Cuz ah lahks tah faht, thayts whah.
Ah lahks tah faht and ain' nun off thes runts hair cane stain ahp ta' meh, spay-shall-eh thayt egg-ner-ant feriner thayt hays mah Em'rald Siteh Cham'shep.
Ah sade et be'fer....thayts MAH rang.
Ain' now'bodeh cane cape ahp weth meh en thar' so-ah toes'es 'em owt.
Jest lahk Ah'm planen tah does tah youse eff YOUSE cane naht cape ahp.
An' thets ah-jane'ralleh hail et gos.
Tha folks ahp en manej'ment don' harleh nose a guh lahk youse other than whut yer resoomeh tails thaym...bet meh??
Tha folks ahp en manej'ment LAHVE ah guh lahk meh.
Wha??
'Cuz ah'm sample.
Dranken an' fahten es whut ah doos baste ayt...an' s'fer...
Ah'm tha' baste ayt do-win BO'f.
Meow...ah-sahd tha Em'rald Siteh Cham'shep...ain't ah dame thang em'pressef tah meh eether.
Ah' car' 'bout fahten an' dranken an' dranken an' fahten.
Aineh-bodeh thanks thayt Ah get ah fellen off day-sha'-voo?? Lahk ah've sade thes be'fer?? Prolleh' cuz ah HAYVE.
Youse wan' sate an' 'zampel fer thaym folks en tha' seets...bet youse need tah 'member....thayt et ain' 'bout thaym.
Tha' onleh main are whim'en thayt madders tah meh en thayt rang es tha main thayt stains 'cross frum meh, an' thayts ET.
EM: Bet'cha MAYKE 'em, roit Patton??
Youse nose whut tha' say'n es, son.
Promes's are rools, an' bo'f 'r maid tah beh brokun.
Jess' lahk ah'm reddeh tah bre'k yer fase eff ah wontah.
YOUSE ain' gadda beleb et...'cuz ah nose thayt ah'm cap'bull off DO-WIN ET.
Tahm fer youse tah wouch yer stehp Meester Patton...'cuz ah'm aim'n tah beh tha' wan weth mah hen razed, naht youse.
An' beleb meh when ah tail youse...jes' ass' da udders....
Thayt forst stehp...ets a DOOZEH!!
(Finally Mateo grabs the nearest beer bottle and slams it before tossing it over his shoulder to no where in particular, the glass shattering. He swings around on his bar stool, claps his hands twice and from off screen comes a towel flying at him. Snatching it up, he wipes his face and tosse the towel aside. Before the scene fades out...)
MATEO: Meow thayt ah hade mah sh'weh....ah thanks ets tahm fer anudder bear...
"Gammeh anudder wan.."
(Fadein, a drunken-stupor-laden Erik Mateo, his head down on the bar, resting on his left arm as his right flails invalidly for a drink. Our friendly-neighborhood cameraman walks up to him and sighs. Foregoing the usual polite nudges, he reaches over for a red cup and fills it up with water and hesitates as he holds it over Mateos' head. Looking over at his watch and taking a second deep breath, he shrugs his shoulders and dumps it anyway, tossing the cup in the trash and grabbing the television remote, hitting 'Play' on it. Mateo thrusts his head up suddenly, throwing his hair back and getting water on the cameraman as he passes by. The cameraman mutters something inaudibly as he grabs a towel to wipe himself.)
EM: Ah-swar sheh sade sheh whas aigh-tane!!!
(Mateo looks up and sees his current opponent on screen.)
EM: Whut tha...youse bake ah-gayn??
EM: Hail nah...ets two laid 'fer thayt...
(Mateo jerks back abit)
EM: Meow, jest whut tha feck es THAYT seh-pose 'men?? Youse ah deaf sum-beech?? Youse cane' un'stain Anglesh??
EM: Patton, youse mest beh a stabbern sumbeech tah naht un'stain whut ah sade are youse jest don' naow wayne tah sheddup, tack yer' pick....bet PATTON THES:
Ah'm ah PATTON mah boot ain yer ace....whut'ja thank 'bout thayt??
Tha fack es...Ah aim a dang'rus main.
Eff youse thanken Ah'm confedaint...ets prolleh' 'cuz ah aim.
Whah'??
'Cuz ah lahks tah faht, thayts whah.
Ah lahks tah faht and ain' nun off thes runts hair cane stain ahp ta' meh, spay-shall-eh thayt egg-ner-ant feriner thayt hays mah Em'rald Siteh Cham'shep.
Ah sade et be'fer....thayts MAH rang.
Ain' now'bodeh cane cape ahp weth meh en thar' so-ah toes'es 'em owt.
Jest lahk Ah'm planen tah does tah youse eff YOUSE cane naht cape ahp.
An' thets ah-jane'ralleh hail et gos.
Tha folks ahp en manej'ment don' harleh nose a guh lahk youse other than whut yer resoomeh tails thaym...bet meh??
Tha folks ahp en manej'ment LAHVE ah guh lahk meh.
Wha??
'Cuz ah'm sample.
Dranken an' fahten es whut ah doos baste ayt...an' s'fer...
Ah'm tha' baste ayt do-win BO'f.
Meow...ah-sahd tha Em'rald Siteh Cham'shep...ain't ah dame thang em'pressef tah meh eether.
Ah' car' 'bout fahten an' dranken an' dranken an' fahten.
Aineh-bodeh thanks thayt Ah get ah fellen off day-sha'-voo?? Lahk ah've sade thes be'fer?? Prolleh' cuz ah HAYVE.
Youse wan' sate an' 'zampel fer thaym folks en tha' seets...bet youse need tah 'member....thayt et ain' 'bout thaym.
Tha' onleh main are whim'en thayt madders tah meh en thayt rang es tha main thayt stains 'cross frum meh, an' thayts ET.
EM: Bet'cha MAYKE 'em, roit Patton??
Youse nose whut tha' say'n es, son.
Promes's are rools, an' bo'f 'r maid tah beh brokun.
Jess' lahk ah'm reddeh tah bre'k yer fase eff ah wontah.
YOUSE ain' gadda beleb et...'cuz ah nose thayt ah'm cap'bull off DO-WIN ET.
Tahm fer youse tah wouch yer stehp Meester Patton...'cuz ah'm aim'n tah beh tha' wan weth mah hen razed, naht youse.
An' beleb meh when ah tail youse...jes' ass' da udders....
Thayt forst stehp...ets a DOOZEH!!
(Finally Mateo grabs the nearest beer bottle and slams it before tossing it over his shoulder to no where in particular, the glass shattering. He swings around on his bar stool, claps his hands twice and from off screen comes a towel flying at him. Snatching it up, he wipes his face and tosse the towel aside. Before the scene fades out...)
MATEO: Meow thayt ah hade mah sh'weh....ah thanks ets tahm fer anudder bear...