(Ken is riding on a plane, reading 16 magazine.)
Ken: (looks at his watch, then waves at a passing stewardess) Excuse me, miss Stewardess lady?
Stewardess: Yes, sir?
Ken: How long until we arrive in Denver?
Stewardess: About 20 minutes, sir.
Ken: Ah, good! Because I have to rescue a very pretty little boy named Nagi so that he'll…repay me in a certain way *if* ya know what I mean…*grins*
Stewardess: *eyes widen, she backs away*
Ken: *still grinning…*
(at the hotel…)
(Crawford has dragged a still unconscious and very beat-up Schu into the kitchen and into the pantry)
Crawford: *lets him go and leans over panting* Hell, how much do you weigh? *nudges him onto his stomach with his foot*
Schu: *reaches out and grabs Crawford's ankle*
Crawford: Ah, I thought you fainted!
Schu: *slurred* Are you calling me faaaaaaaaaaaat???? Oh, I'll get yoooooooooouuuuu…
Crawford: *kicks him in the head*
Schu: Don't make me come up there, Sarah Plain and Tall!
Crawford: O.o *kicks his hand off and walks out, locking the door*
Schu: No, wait! Brad, don't leave me here! *gets up and starts banging on the door* I'm sorry I tried to kill you!
Crawford: Likely…
Schu: *'cries* Precious, I think you hurt me really bad…
Crawford: *smirks*
Schu: Listen, Brad, just let me out of here and we'll pretend this never happened…
Crawford: Kiss my ass!
Schu: Oh, that's it! *starts kicking the door like hell* LET ME OUT NOW, OR I SWEAR THAT WHEN I'M IN A MORE…BETTER STATE OF MIND, I'LL SEND YOU A MENTAL BLAST THAT YOU WON'T FORGET!
Crawford: *walking away* Bye, Schu…
Schu: Bastard! *kicks the door and stubs his toe* OW! SON OF A BITCH! *sits down, pulls off his shoes and huggles his foot, then looks up and grins* Hey, Brad, you've got a big surprise coming to you…go check out the phone lines…
Crawford: No.
Schu: *glares* No, you have to! See, I cut them off, so that you can't communicate with civilization.
Crawford: …and?
Schu: …and…stuff…DAMMIT!
(3 hours later…)
(Schu is sleeping on a bunch of sacks of food)
Schu: *snores loudly*
(knock on door)
Schu: *eyes pop open and he yawns* Brad? Did you come back to apologize to me, hm? *quietly laughs to himself* Sucker…*sees a bag of lollipops on the floor* Ooh, yummy! *dumps the bag in his mouth, wrappers and all* Oh, yeah, so good…
Farfello's voice: Mr. Schuldig, you've failed your mission.
Schu: …Farfie? Hey, baby! Care to join me in here? *winks at him, oblivious to the fact that they're separated by a big ass wall*
Farfello: *sighs* I'm beginning to think that you really are incompetent.
Schu: Ah, quit your bitching, I'll kill them after I finish playing with Mr. Potato Head. You're very welcome to join me if you like…now where did my tennis ball go?
Farfello: Well, that's fine. Just kiss your Jagermeister goodbye…
Schu: *jumps up and stares at a can of beets* I'm sorry, Mr. Potato Head, I have some business to take care of…*picks up the can and kisses is, then cradles it in his arms* But afterwards we'll have allllllll the time in the world…
Farfello: *hand to head*
