X-Slayer wakes up and finds himself completely surrounded by electronic

equipment and wiring. Crickets sound outside from the darkness of night:

"What the hell is going on?!"

looks a cross between a synthesizer and a blender.>

Mister EZ from a nearby console Chair: "Careful... the instruments."

X-Slayer: "What is all this, crap? I take a nap in a tent and wake up on the

bridge of the Enterprise?!"

Mister EZ: "Pixie and Dixie had Mogon's set this up to see if we can locate

Plaid. He's been out for almost a week now."

X-Slayer: "Phone problems still?"

Mister EZ: "Yeah."

X-Slayer: "Ah.. where is everyone else?"

Mister EZ: "Don't know. After it got dark they dove into the waypoints to go

kill things I guess. HOZ is looking for a new keg to replace the one the

Pixie and Dixie emptied."

X-Slayer: "The keg is empty?!!"

Mister EZ: "Uh-huh."

X-Slayer: "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

and orange. 3000GT enters and catches Mister EZ asleep and audibly mumbling

to himself>

Mister EZ: "There's no place like home... There's no place like home..."

3000GT: "Wake up, EZ!" . "Pixie and Dixie assigned you to look

for Plaid while they were gone."

Mister EZ, fog clearing from his sleepy brain: "I was. I can't find him.

I've had the satellite scouring the whole state of Texas, but no dice."

3000GT: "Pull up the phone tap."

repetitive, annoying sound.>

3000GT: "A busy signal!"

Mister EZ: "It's been doing that all night. He was trying to get though to

the phone company's cable office."

3000GT, frowns thinking there is something terribly wrong with getting a

busy signal while calling the phone company: "He can't still be there. No

one can listen to that sound long and stay sane."

Mister EZ: "Where can he be, then?"

In Flames, just staggering in - speech slurred: "Where do you think. He's

gone to take vengeance on his oppressors! Muwahahahahah!"

Mister EZ, giving In Flames an irritated look: "Have you had too much to

drink?"

In Flames: "SACRILEGE! There is no such thing as 'too much'."

3000GT: "No... I think he's right, EZ!"

satellite on the phone company headquarters building>

sinister looking skyscraper. Flying around it, barely just a spec, was a

plaid-paturned dragon who seemed to be dropping small metallic items onto

cars in the surrounding parking lot>.

Mister EZ: "Zoom it in farther!"

3000GT: "He's dropping beer kegs on the phone employee's cars!"

Mister EZ: "Damn waste of beer."

3000GT: "Hot damn... that looks like fun, though."

Mister EZ: "I wonder where he got the kegs."

Mister EZ: "You don't think...?"

3000GT: "The ALE Pub primary warehouse. He's taken all of our beer!"

Audi. The color left their faces as they witnessed the entire ALE beer

supply being used up as ammunition.>

HOZ, bursts in - panic stricken: "The WAREHOUSE IS EMPTY! THERE'S NO BEER

LEFT ANYWHERE!"

Mister EZ: "This could ruin my whole day."

on everyone's faces. Nudging EZ out of the way he changes the satellite

focus to that of some seemingly insignificant, but large, building hundreds

of miles away... a confident smirk on his face.>

3000GT: "The secondary warehouse!"

Rahl_SoT: "...where the hard stuff is kept. It's all safe and sound."

Mister EZ: "We should lock that place down. It looked as if Plaid was

running low on ammo right before you switched the view."

3000GT: "Yeah... Hey, get him back."

swooping turn back clockwise towards the Phone HQ when he was struck

mid-air, dislodging the remaining keg-ammo. Struggling, he regains proper

flight attitude.>

Mister EZ, watching the tiny metallic kegs reel and fall away: "What the

hell was that?!"

3000GT: "It looked like some kind of wooden pole."

Mister EZ: "There! Another one was just launched."

HOZ: "A rail gun?"

damage.>

3000GT: "Telephone poles?"

Rahl_SoT: "That is absolute cheese. Who wrote this crap?!"

Mister EZ: "You're messing up the lines."

Rahl_SoT, disgruntled: "My agent is so fired! I can't believe he's cast me

in such a seedy routine."

HOZ, pointing at the screen: "LOOK!"

Plaid hovering perhaps a thousand feet above the Phone HQ; his dragon-lungs

visibly filling with huge volumes of air.">

3000GT: "He's going to use his breath weapon!"

Mister EZ: "Not, THAT!"

3000GT: "Yes.... THAT."

maw of Plaid_Dragon, directed at the HQ's base. With enormous plumes of

wretched plaid gas the building's foundation melts away, toppling the

structure into dust.>

HOZ: "What IS that?!"

3000GT: "One of the most dangerous and hideous substances known to man."

Mister EZ: "Technicolor Yawn."

HOZ, pure disgust showing as he watches the Phone HQ disintegrate: "Ah, I

see. But how will the phone company hook him up if they've been destroyed?"

3000GT: "Perhaps he'll hunt down the survivors and torture them into

submission?"

Mister EZ: "Maybe... Enough of this crap though. I'm tired of watching this

damn screen. Lets go play with Duriel."

HOZ: "Yeah! It's been a while since I've lag-died, count me in."

3000GT: "Not me... I'm about to level."

looking at the waypoint platform surface. Taking off a small, nearly

invisible panel he toggles a miniature control with his Swiss Army knife.>

3000GT: "That should do it..."

finest hard liquors. An enormous grin threatens to cut his head in half.>

3000GT, utmostly elated: "IT'S MINE! ...ALLLLLL MINE!!!! MUWAHAHAHAH!!!"

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