JayPeaTee
League Member
(Scene- The kitchen of Roger Powell's house in Lexington ,Massachusetts. The refrigerator door is open as Roger is looking to the camera)
ROGER POWELL: This....this could be any refrigerator...maybe yours... deep within the frozen waste, it lurks....ancient mayonaise.... fossilized cabbage, slowly mutating over untold eons....gradually achieving consciousness, until one day, when it is unleashed upon an unsuspecting world......(pulls out a Tupperware container and opens it) "THE COLESLAW THAT TIME FORGOT"!!!! AAAIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!! Why....oh why....the horror....
(Andrea, Roger's wife shoves him and grabs the tupperware, throwing it i the garbage as Roger chuckles)
ANDREA: Very funny....
ROGER: I thought so...
SCOTT: (coming in off camera) Stop pulling a Bloodhunt....
ROGER: "Pulling a Bloodhunt"?
SCOTT: Whining like a (censored) who doesn't have enough SPANK money.
ROGER: "SPANK money"? Been playing GTA3 one too many times?
SCOTT: You know what I mean...we're supposed to be sitting in awe over the amazing feats of verbal ability that our beloved tag-team champions Hell Machine just puked....er I mean Ralphed....uh I mean spit up, er...well you know (grins).
ROGER: (Gets an "I forgot" look) Ohhh yeaaahhhh...What the (censored) were they talking about anyway?
SCOTT: I couldn't make heads or tails about it, something about forging Papa Smurf's signature, to calling Batman collect, or was it throwing Alf into a glass bottle?
ROGER: HA! Alf, I remember him...
SCOTT: Be serious... I mean I know we hit them both a few too many times on the head...but come on, they were standing in fire. Not only that, they were reduced to talking about our....well.. you know...
ROGER: No...I don't....
SCOTT: What did that little "God's Country" (censored) grab when you beat the (censored) out of him?
ROGER: (cringes and paces in a circle) MAN!!! What are they saying?
SCOTT: Something about how they want to dance in our dreams?
ROGER: (gets a "Those Freaks!" look) They want to be in our dreams?
SCOTT: Either that or that (censored) (censored) of a pickpocket.
ROGER: Oh, you mean the over the hill moron who's dragging dress-boy around by his nose.
SCOTT: Yeah, that's the one....oh yeah, they also said something about going through a girl to get to them....
ROGER: NO WAY! NO (censored) WAY! The last time I did some (censored) storyline with this company I almost got divorced! I'm not going down that road again! (Goes over to the Living room wall and pulls down "Ole Bessie" his bat) The can eat splinters. More appropriately they can shove "Ole Bessie" up their collective (censored)!
SCOTT: That was the other thing, they wanted me to bring them to a prison so they can meet John Wayne.
ROGER: "The Duke" is dead....
SCOTT: I know that, I don't think they do, I mean they think that we actually want to follow the old man and dress boy?
ROGER: (laughing uncontrollably) They what? That man is so hopped up on Geritol and Metamucil that he had to steal our briefcase to get more. (Realizes what he just said) WAIT A MINUTE! HE HAS OUR BRIEFCASE! (Heads for the door as Scott stops him)
SCOTT: Hold on Roger, he actually thinks that we're stupid enough to believe that he's going to hand it back over to us at Crash. Let his Alzheimer's riddled mind believe it, heck he'll probably forget it come Crash anyway.
ROGER: Not like it's gonna matter, we was gonna 'jack him in the parking lot in Hartford anyway...
SCOTT: Way to give away our plan....(points to the camera)
ROGER: It's not like he's gonna remember.
SCOTT: True.... I mean it's not like he's so desperate for any attention he can get that he will come to a one-horse town of a promotion so that he can believe his "star-power" will shoot him straight to the top.
ROGER: Naw, he's too smart to think that even with dress-boy as his partner that he won't get carved by one of our tools. (looks at Scott) Hell Machine WAS talking about toolbox, weren't they Scott?
SCOTT: (gets a strange look) Yeah, but I don't think they really knew WHAT they were talking about. They said something about us holding them up in the mirror each morning.
ROGER: I clean mine in front of a mirror.
(Andrea is in the background and has a look like "I can't believe he just said that".)
ROGER: (To Andrea) Hey, are you done cooking yet?
ANDREA: Patience is of virtue....
SCOTT: Let's order out...
ANDREA: (holding up a slicing knife) What was that?
SCOTT: Nothing....HEY ROGER LOOK!!!....MATCHES!!!! Now we can make fire just like Hell Machine did in their video...(lights up a match and holds it 'til it burns his fingers)
ANDREA: NOT IN HERE YOU WON'T!
SCOTT: OK....OK....
ROGER: Let's go to the Cumberland Farms and find some glass bottles to break....
SCOTT: Why?
ROGER: Well...we have to find a way to survive (ominously, but sarcastically) SOMEHOW....
CAMERAMAN: I'd hate to see what happens when you four meet.
SCOTT: Simple, those "experimenting" greaseballs are no longer the "mad over" bad (censored) that they think they are. We claim to be nothing more than we are, an 18 wheeler on the highway and their the deer caught in our headlights.
CAMERAMAN: Don't tell me, tell them....
SCOTT: I just did! Hell Machine...if you don't like it....
ROGER: Close your eyes.....(To Scott) Let's go man...
(Scene fades as the two head out the front door, and Andrea walks in "Dinner's ready")
ROGER POWELL: This....this could be any refrigerator...maybe yours... deep within the frozen waste, it lurks....ancient mayonaise.... fossilized cabbage, slowly mutating over untold eons....gradually achieving consciousness, until one day, when it is unleashed upon an unsuspecting world......(pulls out a Tupperware container and opens it) "THE COLESLAW THAT TIME FORGOT"!!!! AAAIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!! Why....oh why....the horror....
(Andrea, Roger's wife shoves him and grabs the tupperware, throwing it i the garbage as Roger chuckles)
ANDREA: Very funny....
ROGER: I thought so...
SCOTT: (coming in off camera) Stop pulling a Bloodhunt....
ROGER: "Pulling a Bloodhunt"?
SCOTT: Whining like a (censored) who doesn't have enough SPANK money.
ROGER: "SPANK money"? Been playing GTA3 one too many times?
SCOTT: You know what I mean...we're supposed to be sitting in awe over the amazing feats of verbal ability that our beloved tag-team champions Hell Machine just puked....er I mean Ralphed....uh I mean spit up, er...well you know (grins).
ROGER: (Gets an "I forgot" look) Ohhh yeaaahhhh...What the (censored) were they talking about anyway?
SCOTT: I couldn't make heads or tails about it, something about forging Papa Smurf's signature, to calling Batman collect, or was it throwing Alf into a glass bottle?
ROGER: HA! Alf, I remember him...
SCOTT: Be serious... I mean I know we hit them both a few too many times on the head...but come on, they were standing in fire. Not only that, they were reduced to talking about our....well.. you know...
ROGER: No...I don't....
SCOTT: What did that little "God's Country" (censored) grab when you beat the (censored) out of him?
ROGER: (cringes and paces in a circle) MAN!!! What are they saying?
SCOTT: Something about how they want to dance in our dreams?
ROGER: (gets a "Those Freaks!" look) They want to be in our dreams?
SCOTT: Either that or that (censored) (censored) of a pickpocket.
ROGER: Oh, you mean the over the hill moron who's dragging dress-boy around by his nose.
SCOTT: Yeah, that's the one....oh yeah, they also said something about going through a girl to get to them....
ROGER: NO WAY! NO (censored) WAY! The last time I did some (censored) storyline with this company I almost got divorced! I'm not going down that road again! (Goes over to the Living room wall and pulls down "Ole Bessie" his bat) The can eat splinters. More appropriately they can shove "Ole Bessie" up their collective (censored)!
SCOTT: That was the other thing, they wanted me to bring them to a prison so they can meet John Wayne.
ROGER: "The Duke" is dead....
SCOTT: I know that, I don't think they do, I mean they think that we actually want to follow the old man and dress boy?
ROGER: (laughing uncontrollably) They what? That man is so hopped up on Geritol and Metamucil that he had to steal our briefcase to get more. (Realizes what he just said) WAIT A MINUTE! HE HAS OUR BRIEFCASE! (Heads for the door as Scott stops him)
SCOTT: Hold on Roger, he actually thinks that we're stupid enough to believe that he's going to hand it back over to us at Crash. Let his Alzheimer's riddled mind believe it, heck he'll probably forget it come Crash anyway.
ROGER: Not like it's gonna matter, we was gonna 'jack him in the parking lot in Hartford anyway...
SCOTT: Way to give away our plan....(points to the camera)
ROGER: It's not like he's gonna remember.
SCOTT: True.... I mean it's not like he's so desperate for any attention he can get that he will come to a one-horse town of a promotion so that he can believe his "star-power" will shoot him straight to the top.
ROGER: Naw, he's too smart to think that even with dress-boy as his partner that he won't get carved by one of our tools. (looks at Scott) Hell Machine WAS talking about toolbox, weren't they Scott?
SCOTT: (gets a strange look) Yeah, but I don't think they really knew WHAT they were talking about. They said something about us holding them up in the mirror each morning.
ROGER: I clean mine in front of a mirror.
(Andrea is in the background and has a look like "I can't believe he just said that".)
ROGER: (To Andrea) Hey, are you done cooking yet?
ANDREA: Patience is of virtue....
SCOTT: Let's order out...
ANDREA: (holding up a slicing knife) What was that?
SCOTT: Nothing....HEY ROGER LOOK!!!....MATCHES!!!! Now we can make fire just like Hell Machine did in their video...(lights up a match and holds it 'til it burns his fingers)
ANDREA: NOT IN HERE YOU WON'T!
SCOTT: OK....OK....
ROGER: Let's go to the Cumberland Farms and find some glass bottles to break....
SCOTT: Why?
ROGER: Well...we have to find a way to survive (ominously, but sarcastically) SOMEHOW....
CAMERAMAN: I'd hate to see what happens when you four meet.
SCOTT: Simple, those "experimenting" greaseballs are no longer the "mad over" bad (censored) that they think they are. We claim to be nothing more than we are, an 18 wheeler on the highway and their the deer caught in our headlights.
CAMERAMAN: Don't tell me, tell them....
SCOTT: I just did! Hell Machine...if you don't like it....
ROGER: Close your eyes.....(To Scott) Let's go man...
(Scene fades as the two head out the front door, and Andrea walks in "Dinner's ready")