Desperate Times call for desperate measures...Stoner: Dude I can't believe we lost...
The hardcore stoner had been saying that for the past day and a half.
Ghetto: Well what can you do? *cringe*.
The leader of the faction had been laying in his E-Z chair for the whole time they had been back from the show, those thumbtacks can be a bit harsh on your back. He hadn't even sat up the pain was so agonizing.
Alexxx: I KNOW WHAT WE COULD DO!
Stoner & Ghetto: What?!
Alexxx: Have a couple beers...
If you couldn't tell Alexxx, wasn't the saddest about their situation for a change.
She could tell from the facial reactions of the other two members, it was no time to be having a brewsky, even though she takes a swig of some of her Bud.
Alexxx: How bout we watch an episode of Family Guy?
Alexxx clicks on the television and changes the disc in their DVD player that could hold six discs at a time.
Fancy.
It appears to be the episode where the Griffins neighbor, Glenn Quagmire, tries to give up his perverted ways.
Alexxx: Hey that Quagmire guy is reminding me of someone...
Limey:
Maybe it reminds you need to get the mail so I can read my new issue of GQ magazine..Everybody: GQ
Elsewhere.....more specifically, Hammer's extravagant hotel room. Like I said the hotel room was EXTRAVAGANT it could've been a house all by itself.
Mutaaz was kicking back in his chair watching the replay of his psycho advisor's last match. Jabbar is at the dining room table and adding words and scenes to the script, probably ones that don't make much sense...
Like the Bengals ever winning a Super Bowl.
Miss Alba had been away for a while, but Hammer had all the female company he needed.
He picks up a nearby cowbell and rings it, loudly.
Hammer: OOOHH Yasmin?!
Yasmin: Yes Hammer?
Hammer: What did I tell you to adress me as?
Yasmin: Ugh, What do you want Master-Mutaaz-man-who-could-beat-any-member-of-Ghetto-Grass-any-day-of-the-week?
Hammer: That's more like it, can you bring me a club soda please, do you want anything Jabbar?
Jabbar: I want a pint of red Gatorade mixed with BBQ and chocolate sauce!
Hammer: You heard the man....
Yasmin walks away in her scantily-clad french maid outfit.
Hammer: Ain't this the life Jabbar, or should I call you Jabbarina
?
Jabbar: I can choose my own lifestyle thank you very much.
Hammer: A pink lifestyle is nothing to be ashamed of.
Jabbar: Thank you...
Hammer: If you're into that sort of thing anyway...
The office of Commissioner Valerie Stern. "Pretty please can't we all have a match with Hammer..."
"Or maybe even all at the same time!"
"Yeah dude."
"This picture of Justin Timberlake is very unflattering to his upperchest region." Valerie: Look, I can't just give you one big handicap match.
"Aaaawwww"Valerie: But maybe you guys can earn it.
Stoner: Dude, I gots an idea, hey Simmons bring him in!
Valerie: What is going on?
The Head of Federation Security then comes into the room pushing a box on a dolly. Or a truck push thing. Whatever you call that thing that makes moving shit easier.
There's a box on it clearly with some sort of figure in it.
Valerie: And what might this be?
Stoner: An old member of Ghetto Grass.
Valerie: You had a decaying box as a member?
Ghetto: Well we have a member who's a can of soda, but no we didn't.
Stoner: Misses Stern lady lemme introduce to you...
Stoner rips off the cover of the box.
Stoner: GQ!
Valerie: Hasn't he been killed before?
Alexxx: Six times to be exact.
Stoner: And the offer that our little soda genius came up with is that GQ takes on a jobber, if the jobber wins then it will only be one of us that goes against Hammer and he gets to choose the stipulation.
Valerie: And if he wins?
Stoner: Then it's a gauntlet match.
Valerie: Well we did just get a new recruit - Bryan Nails and he's been eager for a fight...
Alexxx: Great.
Stoner: Oh another stipulation...
Valerie: Yes?
Stoner: Prince Raymond Torres of Brunei Rules.
Everybody: WHAT?
Stoner: Five minute time-limit, win by two count, not three.
Valerie: Gimmick matches usually do good in ratings so I'll allow it.
Ghetto Grass is about to leave her office while pushing GQ, but the commish has a question.
Valerie: Why did you tape his mouth shut.
Ghetto: We know he would definitely say something offensive to you.
Valerie: Smart move kids.