Clavicus Vile (CV): Okay. I liked what I saw. One ton, metal clad death machines on wheels, crashing into each other. What this event called?
Some random mortal from earth (WS): A demolition derby.
CV: I like it. But I know how to make it better. Now this is a stretch, but hear me out.
WS: ...
CV: Machine guns.
WS: Machine guns?
CV: And missiles.
WS: What?
CV: And napalm.
WS: Why?
CV: And you know those cartoony, black, spherical bombs? Make them bounce off buildings for a time, and then explode.
WS: Um...
CV: And why stop at cars, trucks, and SUVs? Why not allow motorcycles?
WS: Because they're...
CV: And dune buggies.
WS: Same reason for...
CV: And a bulldozer.
WS: That's just ridic...
CV: And someone in a giant two-wheeled contraption.
WS: *sarcastically* And an ice cream truck?
CV: Excellent! That can be our mascot!
WS: Why do I even try?
CV: And here's the best part: the winner is the only left alive.
WS: Obviously.
CV: There they are, standing victorious among a pile of dead drivers and twisted metal.
WS: ...
CV: ...
WS: ...
CV: I like the sound of that.
WS: Twisted metal?
CV: Dead Drivers.