[We are at an area with a number of cars all lined up in a large parking lot.  The camera pans around and we see Nic Totopoulous walking in through a large chain linked fence.  He walks through the parking lot and up to a small building with a window.  A man looks out the window, goes out the door to greet Totopoulous.  Totopoulous walks up to him and seems to be somewhat angry.]

Totopoulous – Hey!  You over there.

Worker – How may I help you?

I need my car!

What kind of car is it?

Black Camero.

Ah yes, I know that one.  It came in yesterday.  Nice car.

I know, and I need it back.

Well you’ve come to the right place.  Follow me, there are a few papers you need to sign first.

No, I need it now so would you kindly direct me toward the car.

I’m sorry sir but I cannot release a vehicle unless the official papers have been signed.

That’s God, not sir.

I’m sorry.

I’m God.

Right…

Alright fine, I’ll sign the papers.  But that’s all right?

Sure thing.

Are there a lot of papers to sign?

A few.

Damn.  Alright let’s go.

[Totopoulous follows the man into the little building.  The door leads straight into an office.  The man begins to search through a few droors, looks at a few files, and then finally finds what he was looking for.]

Aha!  Here it is.  Your file.  You need to sign the papers at the back of the package, then you’re good to go.

Excellent.

[Totopoulous looks through the file.]

Geez, there’s a lot of paper here.

Yep.

How many pages do I have to sign?

Look at the back.

One, two, three, four, five…  FIFTEEN!  Sweet Jesus!

Well, if there’s fifteen there’s fifteen.

Holy Moly!  Well, here we go.

[Totopoulous begins to sign the pages.  Some of the sheets he needs to sign more than once.]

Ah, Nic Totopoulous.  You’re that wrestler right?

You’re right about one thing, I am a wrestler.  But my name is God.  Here, they’re all done.

Alright, now for the fee you have to pay…

What!?!  First off, stop calling me Nic.  Second, a fee, you never said anything about that before.

I guess it slipped my mind.

Slipped your mind my ass!  Are you trying to piss me off?

Maybe.  But it’s fun, you’re so angry.  And you think you’re God.

I am God God damnit!  Now I’m paying nothing, tell me where the car is!

Sorry man, no can do.

Well here, listen to this.  You either tell me where the car is, or I kick your ass and find it myself.

Well, my ass is here for the kicking.

[The worker bends over.]

What the hell are you doing?

Getting ready for my ass to get kicked, or maybe licked?

What the hell!?!

That’s right baby, I want you you sexy beast!

Dear God, I mean Dear me!  You’re screwing with me right?

Hell yeah I wanna screw you!

[The worker begins to drop his pants.]

A crap!

[Totopoulous picks up a wooden chair and cracks it over the worker’s head.  The worker wasn’t looking because he was hoping for a little something else.  Totopoulous drops the remains of the broken chair.  He runs out of the door and takes off out through the gate and down the street.  The scene fades to black.]