"Okay, I'm totally the best dancer. There's no question about that. You look like you a dog trying to walk on his hind legs when you dance. I'd rather scoot down a slide of razor blades into a pool of rubbing alcohol than watch you dance. I would rather put crunchy peanut butter in my underwear and have someone give me a wedgie. I'd rather-"
"I think I get it Duece Bigalow! Look I know you're new to the game, but Finchel has been going strong since season uno, comprende muchaco? We're endgame."
"Dude, can you tell me what the hell is endgame, is that supposed to mean something to me?"
"It means me and Rachel will be together, no matter what, in the end. Or the fanatic Finchel army will attack Ryan Murphy's head quarters and attack him with rotting vegetables and fruit."
"You're just trying to scare me and its not going to work, bro. I been around long enough to know that glee is about tolerance, acceptance and anti bullying. They won't attack me just because I am Rachel's love interest. But nice try trying to scare me."
"Don't say I didn't warn you, dude." Finn said glancing at his watch and lifting up his hand counting down with his fingers. Suddenly a barricade of women broke through the doors with sledge hammers and axes in the hands, they carried buckets full of rotten food while chanting angrily "Team Finchel! Endgame rules!", "Down with Brochel!" and "Look, he's not even that hot anyway".
"No, please not the hair, I spent hours styling it to look perfectly messy!" Brody pleaded.
"Dude! You stink!" Finn shouted pinching his nostrils with one hand and fanning the air with another.
"Yeah I realize that, Einstein!" Brody said fishing a brown banana peel out off his stained and smelly shirt.
"Not such a pretty boy now are you?" Finn said laughing.
"The Brochel army should be here anytime now and you'll be sorry!"
"What all two of you? I'm shaking in my boots. I can take you and the Brochel army with one hand tied behind my back. Remember last time?"
"Just be lucky that vase didn't hit you."
"How's your eye feel manwhore?"
"I'm making sacrifices for my future, at least I'm not some stunted man child who has no direction in life."
"Least in not a hooker." Finn retorted, Brody threw a rotten apple at him, Finn unsuccessfully tried to block it. "Dude! Gross!"
"Now we are kind of even and I'm taking a shower."
"So how much do you charge for people to look at that?"
"Shut up." Brody said slamming the door behind him.
"Finally, I'm alone." Finn said relaxing in his seat.
"Puckerman in the his-how!"
"Dude! What are you doing here?"
"Sorry, man, but puckleberry fans having been denied in season one, two, and three now they finally have a chance since the Finchel spilt."
Before Finn could respond Jesse walked in the room.
"Someone, give me some eggs."
To be continued or not?