I own nothing.
Axel, ans Timan are sitting at a table, with lawyers around them.
AXEL.
Let's just get this over with.
TIMAN.
Not so fast. I want you to say that Timan is the greatest man ever.
AXEL.
Timan is the greatens man ever.
TIMAN.
Much cooler than you.
AXEL.
No way, I'm (Timan holds up the detonator) Uh Timan's much cooler than me.
TIMAN.
And much better with the ladies.
AXEL.
And much better with the ladies.
TIMAN.
And your a complete perve, than only has sex with male sheep.
AXEL.
FUCK YOU, YOU SON OF (Holds up detonator) Uggg I'm a perve, that has sex with sheep.
TIMAN.
Thank you. Now sign the show over to me. (Axel signs the paper, and gives it to Timan)
Thank you.
AXEL.
Ok, I did what you wanted, now give me the detonator, and disable the bomb.
TIMAN.
Of coarse, deals a deal. And I'm a man of my word. Wait, no I'm not. (Timan presses the
button, and Axel's dick blows up. Timan laughs, but stops when it instantly grows back)
Hey, what the hell!
AXEL.
(Putting on a new pair of pants) Oh, did I not mention that? See, since so many people want
to kill me now. I signed a deal with Wolfram, and Hart a wile ago makes me indestructible.
TIMAN.
So you were never in danger?
AXEL.
No.
TIMAN.
So, why did you sigh the show over to me.
AXEL.
(Evil grin.) Did I? You never sign something without reading it fist. You just signed you soul over
to me. Now I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it, yet. But I have a special Hell dimension for
you to wait in, wile I decide.
TIMAN. AAAHHHHAAAGGGG (Timan screams, as he goes to the Hell, and is shocked to see
it looks like a beautiful resort?) Hey, this isn't so bad. I might like this.
MAN.
Good evening sir. Welcome to Club Dead. Might I interest you in a Margarita?
TIMAN.
Why yes, you can (He takes the drink) I gotta tell you I was worried.
MAN.
Well we, in hell get a bad rap, but it's a nice place. We have to quality entertainment.
Fine dinning, and all the best musicians end up here. By the way, do you like sex, with big
fat, hairy truck drivers?
TIMAN.
No, I don't.
MAN.
Oh. Well then your going to hate Thursdays.
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BEER GOOD.
So Axel, now that Fight Night's not happening, Who was your patner going to be? It was Faith
right?
AXEL.
Actualy, that might be a problem. It was going to be Glory.
BEER GOOD.
WHAT?
AXEL.
Yeah, I promised her a spot on the show, if she help me beat Timan. But it's not happening now.
BEER GOOD.
Shit, she's not going to be happy, when she finds out.
AXEL.
I know. (puts his hand, on Beers shoulder.) Good luck telling her. (Walks away.)
BEER GOOD.
Mother Fucker.
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