$$$Hmm, one fool gets kicked out of the fire, and so his friend jumps right in, to defend their honor. Well Troy, let me inform you of something. This isn't Jimmy Harmon, it's not Amy Ember, and it's not Jim Harper, so there's no way you're going to jump and ride The Franchise like the mechanical bull in your favorite gay bar. Here's something that you can do Troy, you can do us ALL a favor. You can accept the fact that YOU, my friend, will not be walking away victorious, as was proved with your partner and "special friend," Straight Money. Ah, but you're not Straight Money, are you? You seem to have taken a lesson from Jim Harper and taken up the Extreme T technique. Congratulations Troy, you finally found something that "works" for you. After all, you've beaten Jimmy Harmon! Oh, but you lost to Amy Ember. So you beat a girl, and lost to a woman? Not a very convincing argument Troy. In fact, it seems to me that you have failed in your goal to become successful in somewhere OTHER than Harper's ass. Now Troy, it occurred to me that you've probably got a lot of "pull" in Harper's office, so I realize that these comments will probably get Justin in a great deal of trouble, but so what? If Harper has a problem and he wants to deal with Justin, he can waddle his ass down to the ring and stand nose to nose with The Franchise, although that gut could get in the way. How do you avoid it Troy? Have you and Money developed some special technique? Ah, forget it, it's not worth the hastle, besides, the way I see it, everyone has their secrets, it seems though, that some of yours, my friend, aren't so secret. Oh well, Troy, it's alright. We'll try not to embarass you TOO much over this upcoming week. Perhaps, we can even become friends and, maybe, just maybe, Dave Marlow will be able to go on a roller coaster at Disney Land. Ah well, better luck next time.$$$
$$$Back again, huh? I knew you couldn't resist. How are those eyes? Still clear? Ah well, we'll see....As the view fades in you can see nothing. It's completely black...Awww man, you SUCK! GET YOUR DAMN EYES FIXED!...Anyway, as you stand there, over time, you can begin to see something, a figure and then another. Your eyes clear up further and you can see one is extremely thin and the other is just right. You look around, noticing there are some type of decorations, almost like you're in the middle of a party. You can finally see and you can see Norman, with multiple wounds, and Justin, who has a party hat on, a kazoo in hand and is jumping up and down, and is smiling. You look closer and you see that he has a black eye, presumably from the fight.$$$
Justin: ...stopping... Dude, why aren't you partying?!
Norman: Well, it's just one victory. You do have another match.
Justin: I do?! WHAT?! MARLOW'S TRYING TO SCREW ME!
Norman: Calm down...
Justin: He is! He's jealous that I have a winning streak and he's got Harper.
Norman: Of course Justin, but you know, we should work out a strategy to prepare.
Justin: Hmmm, that means thinking, right?
Norman: Yes, Justin, thinking.
Justin: Awwww, man, do we have to? Why can't we just pay someone to think for us? I mean, I've got to be rich after my win.
Norman: Justin, must I repeat that it was ONE win, after three losses in a row, and two of those were title matches.
Justin: Oh c'mon Normy, we all know I was screwed.
Norman: No Justin, YOU think that. I, meanwhile, think that you were unprepared.
Justin: And you know what I think?
Norman: That butterflies have pretty wings?
Justin: ...dazing off... Yeah......waking up......but, that's beside the point.
Norman: There's a point to your ramblings?
Justin: Shaddup! My point, is, that maybe your "new look" idea FAILED, and YOU were at fault.
Norman: Justin, a "look" doesn't win you matches.
Justin: Oh yeah? Well then why did you guarantee that I would win!?
Norman: Could it be because I'm your publicist?
Justin: Yeah, and?
Norman: I'm supposed to tell you that you're going to win.
Justin: Well then how come all you do is tell me I'm going to lose?
Norman: To motivate you.
Justin: Well, apparently, it worked, because...I WON!
$$$As Justin says that, music begins to play in the backgrounf and balloons and confetti begin to fall, blanketing the floor.$$$
Justin: ...dancing... Why aren't you excited?
Norman: ...annoyed... Justin, have you noticed where we're eating!?
$$$You look around and see that Norman and Justin are in a McDonald's playhous, complete with slide and ball pit. Justin and Norman are sitting at a child's table, cramped, but Justin is still smiling.$$$
Justin: What's wrong with McDonald's?! OVER 100 BILLION SERVED!
Norman: That sounds like Jim Harper's motto.
Justin: ....thinking... Uhh...hmmm...
Norman: God, you're an idiot.
Justin: Well if I'm an idiot then how come...
Norman: Don't Justin, not again...
Justin: I WON!
Norman: ...sigh... Oh no.
$$$With those magic words, the music starts up again and the balloons and confetti fall again, sending Justin into a dancing rage.$$$
Justin: WOOOO! PARTY'S RULE!
Norman: What happens if you win again?
Justin: Oh, don't worry about that one. I've already booked Chucky Cheese.
Norman: ...cries... Why me?!
$$$Justin continues dancing, even doing the twist with a few of the "younger" partiers. Norman pulls him back to the seat and hides his own face.$$$
Justin: ...slapping a child's hand... Whoooo!......turning to Norman... What's wrong?
Norman: Look at yourself! You're playing with five year olds!
Justin: They have charisma!
Norman: And Jim Harper has an "open door" policy, but you don't see me running in there, zipper down and mouth open, now do you?
Justin: ...taken back... Whoa there. What you do on your own time is your business. These children don't need to be exposed to such tales!
Norman: ...sigh... Ugh, Justin, I was merely...
Justin: I don't want to hear it mister!
Norman: But...
Justin: And such language! Where do you think you are?! TIMES SQUARE?!
Norman: You know Justin, one of these days, I'm going to kill you.
Justin: ...appalled... NORMY! I'M SHOCKED AND APPALLED!
Norman: Justin, please, cease with this.
Justin: No, Normy...This is not the place for death threats! Save those for the fan mail.
Norman: You don't get fan mail...you get hate letters.
Justin: ...laughing... No, you're lying because you're jealous of me. I know that I've got 6.12 Billion Franchise'N Freaks out there.
Norman: Well Justin, apparently they're very angry Franchise'N Freaks because the death threat count is up to 30.
Justin: This month?
Norman: ...non-chalantly... This week.
Justin: ...spitting out McFlurry... BUT IT'S ONLY THREE DAYS INTO THE WEEK!
Norman: ...shrugging shoulders... Don't look at me...I'm just the jealous co-worker.
$$$Justin growls at Norman and then looks around, and suddenly smiles.$$$
Justin: I need to cheer myself up. Care to join me?
Norman: ...sigh... Just go.
Justin: Your loss.
Norman: ...shrugs... Whatever.
$$$Justin runs off as Norman sits there, eating a burger when all of sudden, he hears a scream, and a yell. He ignores it, but Justin speaks up.$$$
Justin: ...in tube... Uhhh...Norman...
Norman: What?
Justin: I'm stuck.
$$$Norman looks over to see Justin stuck in a covered slide, his legs sticking out of the bottom, and his head out of the top. Norman sighs as the camera fades.....$$$
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