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: WAIT! WHAT THE FUCK!

:What?

: "Good good?" "Fantastic?" What the fuck are we doing?

: Talking?

: No no no. I mean, we used to fucking hang with Howie Mandel and his sluts. We used to boss around a big black moron. We used to own this mother fucking place! Now look at us. Talking like two punks that are on the road to washed up-ville! Fuck that! We're not washed up! We're Dirty fucking Deal and we kick ass and don't bother to take names and we will do that again immediately!

: Yeah, you're right! We are the ass kickers! We hang with the best of the best, boss around the worst of the worst, and don't give a shit about anyone but us!

*Curtis slaps Ron.*

: YEAH! Oh sorry, force of habit. Anyway, lets start immediately!

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*Fast forward to Ron and Curtis out in the backstage area.*

: All right, we're badasses, we need to find some bad ass celebs to hang out with. Fuck the washed up losers like Bruce Willis.

: He was good in Die Hard. Downhill ever since.

: Holy crap its Al Bundy!


: Actually, I'm Ed O'Neil. I played Al on a show years ago.

: Awesome! Are you coming back to do more shows as Al Bundy?

: No! Why would I do that?

: Because you have done nothing else since?

: I've done stuff. Just the other day I hung out with Spielberg.

*Ron and Curtis look at Ed.*

: Okay, Spielbergo.

*They continue to look at him.*

: Okay, I just filled up his car with gas.

*Curtis goes up to Ed and puts an arm around him.*

: You know buddy, I believe in you. Someday you'll make it. You were great back in the day. You know, kind of like our opponents the Young Guns. Only without the Young part.

*Curtis starts to walk with Ed.*

: You think?


: Yeah! And looking at you now, you're kind of like them today too! You used to be big. People used to like you. But now your washed up, now nobody cares what you do. Your grasping at straws, doing all you can to stay on TV.

: Now wait a minute!

: And just as you are they're past and present, you also happen to be...

*Curtis steps away from Ed.*

: ...there future.

*Ron charges from behind and hits the Deal Breaker on Ed! Ed falls down in a heap.*

: You bastard! We're the ones in charge here!

: Did someone say something about being in charge!?

: Oh no.

: What happened to him?

: Happy accident.

:Golly, he looks like he could use some help.

: Probably.

: The janitor will take care of it I'm sure.

: So you really Charles?
: And in charge! Of course I'll say please first.

: Ha ha. You know, you remind me of Testament.

: Really?

: Yeah, a goody goody. All sunshine and lollipops. You're a believer in God almighty?

: Of course sir.

: The right one? The one that only shines his love down upon the white man?

: Of course not! Everyone is equal!

: Yep, definitely like Testament.Very happy, very stupid, and very easily pushed around.

: And very ripped in half.

: I'm not ripped in ha--

*Curtis gores the crap out of Scott Baio! Curtis gets up and dusts himself off. He and Ron keep walking.*

: So yeah, we need to find real celebs to chill with.

: It would help if we had some sort of guy...that helped us...for free...what's that called?

: A slave?

: Yeah!

: *In robotic voice.* I will be your slave. All I require is plutonium.

: Ain't that cute.

: She's so small! And such a wonder! Hey little girlie!

: Yep, this one reminds me of Hicks and Storm.

: What? How so?

: Hicks is small and its a wonder Storm ain't in jail yet for assaulting white men.

:True. But I could also see her being like them in that they're little girls. I mean, it took Hicks over a year to get the balls to face you! She would have done it sooner and she don't have balls at all.

: I could if my masters request it.

: That's disturbing. Anyway, Storm thinks he's got me thinking about him, I don't care about him, I hadn't thought of him since the last time I saw him on TV a long time ago. Much like this girl right here.

Hey! I'm trying to make money dude!

: Oh, and also like Hicks and Storm, just in it for the money.

: : I don't know them at all, but I'm sure you're right.

: Damnit woman! Don't sass or you'll get there fate.

*Ron goes around behind V.I.C.I.*

: Aw, what the hey.

*Both men charge, and they hit her with the Filthy Compromise! She gets turned inside out and flips many times in mid-air and then hits the floor. Ron and Curtis get up and dust themselves off.*

: : Kick ass...right?

: We just beat up a little girl.

: The show was on in the mid 80's. She's gotta be at least 30 by now.

: Oh, then its okay.

: Now, to try and rock and roll this bitch Dirty Deal style and not like our loser opponents that wussify everything they do!

*Curtis and Ron continue down the hall and Ron continues the conversation...maybe.*