Which little man are we talking about? Wade� running from Proto for his life� or Lil� Proto, who has been trapped in a laundry room for 4 months with neither food nor water and has yet still escaped the grim reaper.
Proto has a hold of Wade, and is about to tear him limb from limb.
Dr. Abortion finds a door.
Dr Abortion is hunting around in the laundry, vainly hunting through a crapload of dirty laundry, for the bell he needs to ring in order to clinch victory.
PROTOTYPE'S CONCLUSION DR ABORTION'S CONCLUSION
How does the little man survive? Dr A
Lil� Proto: I�ve been ****ing sucking all the juice out of this ****ing soiled diapers, Goddamnit. And this **** hasn�t been to ****ing pleasant either!
Really? That�s tragic.
Lil� Proto: NO! I was just kidding you stupid ****! Look� there is an exit door right ****ing here! You�re such a gullible ****!
My mistake� Lil� Proto does have access to a door and now takes his shovel and exits� most likely looking to hand that bell to Prototype!
Meanwhile�
Wade: Gasp! GASP! Got to find cover� got to find cover!
Wade ducks under a table.
Roe: YOU IDIOT! I can see you! Your feet are sticking out!
Wade: AGH! Quick� hide me!
Roe: Get out from under there! We�ve got to run� Proto is almost he-
And Proto limps around the corner�
/Proto/: Come here you little�
Wade: AGH!!! NO!� Please don�t hurt me� I don�t have the bell� I threw it down that laundry shaft!
/Proto/: Hmm� so you did have the bell. I wasn�t sure. I guess I�ll go over there and collect it� after I�m done disposing of your bodies.
Wade: AGH!!!!
Roe: AGHH!! Don� just stand! RUN! RUN!
They take off again� Proto still in pursuit.
Dr. A: The laudry shoot� huh?
Burnt: Look! Dr. Abortion followed Proto here! Proto didn�t realize it at all�
Davros: He never looked behind him because he thought the doc was as good as buried under the collapsed cages!
Dr. A: Well laundry� here I come�
The doc turns around, back in the direction of the laundry shoot� Proto� on the other hand, continues after the midgets.
Roe: AGH!!! He�s on us�
Wade: he�s got longer legs� his steps are so much bigger than ours!
Roe: You idiot! Why did you ever take that thing away in the first place� Dr. Abortion needs it to win!
Wade: I� I wasn�t thinking. I�m sorry� I just had to make sure Proto didn�t get-
/Proto/: AH! GOTCHA!
Proto leaps and lands on Wade, catching his leg.
Burnt: OH MY! What is Proto going to do to Wade?!
And again I ask, the question from the beginning: How does the little man survive?
And meanwhile�
Dr. A: Hmm� how the hell am I going to get down there?
Little does the doc know that it�s a futile effort. Lil� Proto has already run off with the bell and it�s not there.
Gotcha! Proto
/Burnt/: He's got him!
Wade struggles, futilely.
/Wade/: Let me go!
/Proto/: Now you die.
/Roe/: Banzai!
Roe jumps on Proto's back. It surprises Wade when the seventy pound midget is unable to knock over the two hundred sixty pound wrestler. I don't know why.
/Proto/: ... Get off.
/Roe/: Yes sir.
Roe gets off ... as he does,Proto grabs him by the ankle - he now has a midget in each hand. Like one of thos old fishing photographs.
/Wade/: Let us down!
/Proto/: Quiet, you.
/Davros/: What on earth is Proto planning?
Prototype strings up a rope from the ceiling, and hangs the pair from it.
/Wade/: Proto, you don't know if I have AIDS or not. And if you beat me up, I'll be sure to bleed on you. I bleed easily.
/Roe/: Yeah, he does. Every time he whacks o-
/Wade/: Hey, you said you'd never mention that!
/Roe/: -Otters. Dr A likes us to go and kill sedentary aquatic mammals.
Proto rolls his eyes, and reaches into his pocket.
/Proto/: Look what I found
A fanfare plays as Proto whips out his trusty shovel!
/Wade/: Where'd that come from?
/Proto/: That's not important right now. Time to die, little men. It's midget pinata time!
/Roe/: Hey, Dr Abortion knows where the bell is, by the way. He was behind us when we were talking.
Proto pauses.
/Proto/: S***!
/Burnt/: Proto runs off ... and leaves the midgets hanging!
Meanwhile ...
/Dr Abortion/: How'm I supposed to fit down there? Hey, you!
/TSOB Arena Gofer/: Y-yes sir?
/Dr A/: Where does this chute end up?
/Gofer/: Uh, down in the basement, sir, of course?
/Dr A/: Don't "of course" me. You think I'm stupid? I'm a registered and qualified physician!
/Gofer/: Sorry, sir.
/Dr A/: That's better.
Dr A breaks his arms.
/Dr A/: Hahaha. That'll teach you. Now where's the stairwell?
Stairway to Victory? Dr A
Dr. A: Ah, �Stairs to Basement.� Excellent. I will now proceed down�
Burnt: Well� Dr. A is about to go down into the basement, hoping to find the missing bell from the now extinct tower.
Davros: Hmm� we�d be in a lot of trouble now if we didn�t have so many cameras� quick! Turn to stair shot 8!
Dr. A begins his descent. It is poorly lit though� so all we can see is shadows�
Dr. A: *grumble*� stupid Wade� why did he even take that bell away? I�m so glad that I�m going to find it first. Proto is going down� just like the Triple Decker Cage went down. It went down like the large platform Glory made to drain dawn in episode 100 of Buffy.
Burnt: Hahaha� what a dork. Icehawg told me he was a nerd.
Davros: Say� what is that lurking in the shadows.
Dr. A: *OOF*
Other Guy: *ooof*
In the dark stair way, two men collide � one going up. One going down.
Dr. A: HEY! Watch where you�re going around here!
Lil� Proto: NO! You watch where YOU are going!
Not recognizing each other, the two pass. Dr. A goes down, while Lil� Proto goes up� with the Bell in his hand.
Dr. A: Stinking hobo living in the basement�
Dr. A opens the door and the bottom of the stairs and walks in�
And at the top of the stairs�
Lil� Proto: Oh, at last� light� I�ll go take this to Prototype then!
He turns the corner to go find Prototype� just as Prototype comes from the other direction� missing him by like one friggin� second.
/Proto/: Hmm� which way to that stupid laundry shoot basement?!
AH... there we are.
Meanwhile...
Roe: Ahh... all the blood is flowing into my head.
Wade: Me too... I'm starting to feel sick...
Roe: Well, thats probably just your AIDS then. Hahahahaha
Wade: SCREW YOU!
Roe: Hahaha... ow! I think laughing is making the blood flow quicker. I'll shut up now.
We meet again, Dr Abortion. Proto
/Dr A/: Where is it?! *muffled cursing*
/Burnt/: He doesn't know Li'l Proto has it.
Gasping and red-faced, Dr A pulls his arm out of the pile of unwashed Chevalier-pants.
/Dr A/: I may have to be sick. Where are Roe and Wade... they should be doing this. Black people don't mind bad smells.
Roe and Wade are still swinging from the rope Proto tied them up with.
/Roe/: You know ... you have really beautiful eyes.
/Wade/: Fag.
Back in the basement, Proto rushes in.
/Proto/: Okay, now where's that bell ...
Simultaneously - AND at exactly the same time - Dr Abortion and Proto see each other.
/Proto/: Ahh, trying to steal my victory, huh?
/Dr A/: Your victory?
/Proto/: Hey, a pregnant woman!
Dr Abortion looks scornful.
/Dr A/: Like I'd fall for that.
The pregnant woman waffles him with a breezeblock.
/Pregnant Woman/: You won't abort MY child!
/Dr A/: Down I go ...
/Burnt/: Where'd she come from?
/Davros/: Search me.
Proto thanks the pregnant woman. Well, actually he hits her in the gut with his shovel. Hahahaha.
/Proto/: Now ... the bell. The bell, the bell.
As Proto apporaches the piles of dirty linen and clothing with a nervous expression on his face, his cellphone rings.
/Proto/: Yeah?
/Li'l Proto/: It's f***ing me, f***!
/Proto/: Where are you? You were supposed to deal with Roe and Wade?
/Li'l Proto/: Well, I went to your f***ing locker room, but you weren't f***ing there, c***face. So I f***ing broke in.
/Proto/: Whatever. Have you eaten any of the cookies yet?
/Li'l Proto/: No. I'm on a f***ing gluten free f***ing diet, cause of the f***ing Tourette's. F*** s*** p***y c*** f***er. I had a f***ing lollipop though.
Proto pauses, then shrugs.
/Li'l Proto/: But then I got my f***ing ass set on f***ing fire by a goddamn motherf***ing blowtorch. What the f*** is up with that, b****?
/Proto/: Blowtorch? I dunno.
In the background, Proto hears a jingling.
/Proto/: Hey, what's that?
/Li'l Proto/: F***ing nothing.
/Proto/: You lying little bastard. That sounded like a bell. Was it a bell?
/Li'l/: Yeah. But it's mine! I found it in the basement!
/Proto/: If you move from my locker room, I'll barbecue you. Stay there.
Proto leaves the basement and the downed Dr Abortion ...
/Roe/: Bite it, Wade! Chew on it!
/Wade/: It's too hard! I can't get the whole thing in my mouth!
/Roe/: Stretch your jaw more!
/Wade/ (spitting): It tastes disgusting, too.
/Roe/: Damnit, get that rope in your mouth and bite it through! I'd do it if I could reach. Has the AIDS made you weak?
Wade bites the rope through. The two fall to the ground.
/Wade/: Freedom!
/Roe/: Okay. To the basement!
/Wade/: Wait ... Proto's locker room is open! Let's check it out!