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Visiting an old friend - part 2 of 2

*Knock knock*

*Knock knock knock*

(The door swings to inside a posh hotel suite. Since I have a headache the size of Homer Simpson's butt, we cut straight to the chase. We're in the Mean Hotel, the suite we're entering is one shared by IWA's favourite lunatic JT Blackout and the Silver Amazon Terminatrix. Terminatrix is not in the suite just now, as she's out with her sister Emerald Empress, shopping, bonding, gossiping, the usual typical womanly things... anyway... their absence from the hotel was plotted by Wilburman, as he seeks to speak with his best friend, after accidentally overhearing his wife's chat with her sister regarding the concerns they have for him.

The suite... is royally messed up... the cleaner would demand their wages quadrupled if they were asked to clean up the place... Wilburman slowly opens the door and enters the room.)

*Crack*

(Opps... he just stepped on a pop tart... how... messy... anyway, the scene zooms inside the suite, the view pans around the living accommodations to find JT Blackout sitting all alone, in his wheel-chair, in the middle of the room. He tries to bend over to pick something up off the floor, but can't quite seem to reach. Wilburman walks up to his former tag partner to see that he was trying to pick up a pop tart that is laying on the floor, god knows how long that's been lying there.)

W: What you doing?

JTB: Wil!! Ahhahahaha! Hey, give us a hand and pick up the pop tart for us will ya?

(Wilburman gives him a long look and shakes his head. He bends down on one knee and picks up the pop tart. As Blackout reaches his hand out for it, Wilburman throws the pop tart into a nearby bin. Blackout looks back at Wilburman and gives him a cold look)

JTB: Damnit Wil! My mouth is HERE! Hahahahaha!

(Wilburman wears an uneasy smile and goes over to the phone)

W: Yeah, Mike? Listen, could you get one of the boys to bring up a box of pop tarts to JT's suite? Thanks...

(Wilburman hangs the phone up, and walks over to the windows and opens them)

JTB: NO! Damnit!

(The fresh air breezes its way into the room as the stench of the mess slowly, very slowly, circulates its way outside. Wilburman walks up to Blackout and wheels him nearer to the window. Wilburman himself leans against the sill.)

W: Well?

JTB: Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell? No you retarded superhero, it's WAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUP!!! Hahahahhahahaa!

(Wilburman can't help but share a laugh or two with him)

W: Heh, you know... (slight change of tone)... sometime down the line, you're gonna stop those damn laughing of yours...

JTB: Well, for starters, you and what army?! Hhahahahahahhaaaahaha!

W: I don't need an army to make you stop laughing...

JTB: Oooooooooooooooh Mr Mean Champion of Justice is acting hard again! Well maybe you should answer that Irish bitch's call last week and take it out on him! HAHAHAHAHAAA!!

W: I've beaten his arse twice already, and I will be doing it again on June 24 in whatever crap stip match he comes up with, but screw him, I didn't come here to talk about that loser, I am here to talk about you you twat...

JTB: HAHAHAHAHA! You can't make me stop laughing!! I'll laugh like there's no tomorrow, and there's no one on Earth that can make me do it! Hahahahhahaha!

W: Think again.

JTB: HHAHAHAHHAA! No one!!

W: Kris.

JTB: AHAHahhaha... ha... aha...

W: Look, we've known each other for sometime, and I am not gonna sit by to watch some woman pour her heart out and have you spit on it, JT, get your act together, there's a strong willed woman out there, she loves you, and she cried day and night in the dark for you... maybe you should do something about that...

JTB: Oh yeah? Like what?

W: Like what?! Oh I don't know, how about VALUE HER LOVE FOR YOU AND STOP BEING SO SELFISH!

JTB: Screw you.

W: In your fuckin dreams. Look, I been selfish once, and by the time you regret it, it'll be too late, all I am telling you is to grasp what's in front of you while you can.

JTB: Ooh that's a smart idea you Justice bitch, what do you propose I start off doing?

W: Howabout cleaning up my hotel suite before the cleaners and Kris go on a strike...

(Blackout looks down at his waist and his wheel chair and looks back at Wilburman)

W: So? Your arms are working fine aren't they?

JTB: You're worst than a mother you know that? Hahahahhahaaa!

W: Screw you.

JTB: In your fuckin dream! Hahahahhaaa!

(The two share another laugh as Wilburman helps Blackout clean up the suite. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door as a porter enters)

Porter: Hello? Mr Justice, the pop tarts you wanted...

JTB: WOOOOOOOOOOOO!! POP TART BREAK!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAAA!

Porter: Er, sorry, Mr Justice, there's a couple of people here to see you, they're downstairs in the lobby...

W: Oh yeah, 3 geeks from Ninja Co right?

Porter: No sir, it's people from Slappy Airlines, and...

W: Oh yeah, forgot about their appointment...

Porter: And there's someone who looks strikingly familiar to Bill Gates claiming to be Bill Gates is here to see you as well...

W: Oh joy, another prank... (sigh)... well, I guess I shall go entertain them...

JTB: OI!! Gimme my pop tarts!!

(Wilburman takes the box and places it on top of the television, just out of Blackout's reach.)

W: You want it? Clean up your mess and wheel your arse up and get it yourself...

JTB: You bitch! You suck!! Hahahahahahhahaa!

(Wilburman exits the room and turns to JT one last time before going for his meetings)

W: So sue me...

(Wilburman exits the suite and shut the door behind. Blackout pauses and stares out the window, looking at the gorgeous clear blue sky. A tear almost drops from the corner of his eye as he continues cleaning up the suite, picking up take-out litters and magazines and all sorts of rubbish.

The scene fades outside the suite to the view of the door. There was a moment's silence before the scene fades out to...)

"Hhahahahahahhahaaaa!!"