$$$Well, it seems as if our Conspirator has been discovered. Mr. Levine has solely confessed to being the purpatrator and it seems as if Mr. Sane might again have turned into that man most feared for so many months. But we do not fear him, no, rather Mr. Levine should fear him. Mr. Levine should fear the brutal and vicious beating that awaits him at Canadian Invasion. But does he? No, instead he ambles about, pretending like nothing has happened. Ah, so sad, but what can we do about it? What can Mr. Sane do about it? What can our dear, dear friend, Mr. Luciano do about it? Yes, it happened again Mr. Luciano, YOU lost to Mr. Sane, quite brutally too. Now, I know you're probably shocked at the fact that you are NOT champion, but that is expected to happen after such a "close" relationship to it. Mr. Luciano, as you could probably tell, FWF was a very "happy" place over the last week. Why? Well it seems that a few, how do you say, mor-ons, have stayed on their couches with their Lays potatoe chips, much like you and Mr. Simmons. In fact, I believe I recently got word from a YMCA in Mississippi, that you and Mr. Simmons are welcome back any time and that the goats are indeed looking forward to your return. So please, Mr. Luciano, do us the favor and spend your time THERE, not here.$$$
$$$As the scene fades in, you can see a dark brown. You see spots of white and black flash by you, each bringing a buzzing noise with it. You begin to sniff, trying to find out exactly what you're staring out. You smell something foul, VERY foul. You begin to step back and you realize you're staring at a LARGE, FOUL-SMELLING, piece of shit. It sits in a grass field, surrounded by trailors and people sitting at picnic tables, preumably the inhabitants of hickville. Suddenly, you see something out of the corner of your eye. It's Justin and Lil Person...err...Joey Joe Joe Joe Bob Jakes and Jake Jeff Jack Jordan. Let's just call them by their real names, it's not like they're even hiding any more. Justin is about to step in the pile of...ugh.$$$
Justin: That's it. I am not going to be known as some fuckin' hick from Arkansas!
Lil Person: And you think I want to be!?
Justin: I don't ca...
Voice: HEY! WATCH IT DER! DAT DER'S MY SHIOT!
$$$Suddenly a large, LARGE, man comes into the picture, trying to run. He's got a shovel in hand and he sticks it right under Justin's foot, right before he steps in the shit...whew.$$$
Justin: Listen mutant, move your shovel, before I move it for you.
Mutant: I be movin' it as soon as you move yer foot from my shit!
Justin: ...Looking Down... UGH!
$$$Justin takes a step back and the man scoops up the pile of shit with his shovel and waddles back over to his picnic table. He drops the pile onto a plate in front of the other mutants at the table.$$$
Mutant: ...At table... DIG IN!
Justin: ...In Disgust... Will you look at that?! NOw that's just digusting. I can't believe we have to put up with that!
Lil Person: You know Justin, we're not even really in hiding anymore, since that Levine guy admitted it.
Justin: You know, you're right. Why are we here again?
Lil Person: Well, probably because there isn't a phone in sight and the closest thing to transportation is that llama with 3 legs.
Justin: Hmmm, this could turn out to be a problem.
Lil Person: You think?
Justin: Well, considering I am a genius and all, I'm sure there's something back at our, uhh...trailor.
Lil Person: And what exactly could there be back at our "trailor"?
Justin: My big book of ideas.
Lil Person: You have a "big book of ideas"?
Justin: Yeah, doesn't everybody?
Lil Person: Ummm, NO!
Justin: Well then I'm just ahead of the times!
Lil Person: ......................Sigh...
$$$Justin and Lil Person walk off into the distance as the camera fades....The view fades back in and you see the inside of a trailor. Clothes are thrown about and the table has been folded out to make a bed. Suddenly, the door opens. Lil Person and Justin walk in. Justin begins searching through the rubble.$$$
Justin: I know they're here somewhere...c'mon...they gotta be here...God damnit...this harder than finding a personality in MISSLE!...Wait a second...YES! HERE IT IS!
$$$Justin pulls out a HUGE book with some writing on it.$$$
Lil Person: What the FUCK is that?!
Justin: What does it look like?!
Lil Person: I don't know. If I knew then I wouldn't have asked the question!
Justin: Ugh, It's the Big Book Of Ideas that I told you about!
Lil Person: And this is going to help us....how?
Justin: Ugh, you're such an idiot.
Lil Person: WHAT?! YOU'RE THE ONE WITH THE BIG BOOK OF IDEAS!...How am I the idiot here?
Justin: Don't mock the book dude!
Lil Person: Oh yeah? Says who?!
Justin: I DO! I'LL HURT YOU!
Lil Person: Oh yeah, like you could ever do anything to me, but if you wanna start let's go!
$$$Lil Person puts his fists up like he's a boxer from the old days. Justin starts to laugh.$$$
Lil Person: What's so funny?!
Justin: You know, I don't know whether you've noticed but I'm a lot bigger than you.
Lil Person: SO?!
Justin: Well the fact that I could hold you off with one hand kind of defeats the purpose of a fight, ya know.
Lil Person: Like I said...SO?! LET'S GO!
Justin: Alright, you have your fight, I'm looking through the book.
$$$Lil Person charges at Justin, but Justin sticks out his hand and holds him off at the forehead as Lil Person swings at Justin.$$$
Lil Person: This isn't fair!
Justin: I told you.
Lil Person: Argh!
Justin: Give up yet?
Lil Person: NEVER!
Justin: Alright.
$$$Justin laughs and flips through some pages in his book until he finds something.$$$
Justin: A-HAH!
Lil Person: ...Backing off... What?
Justin: I found it!
Lil Person: Found what?
Justin: Our way out.
$$$Lil Person stands there, confused as Justin puts the book down and charges out of the tralior, Lil Person quickly following. The camera fades.....$$$
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