"I just think we need to have Cuties 2 be made and be owned by us." The proud CEO of Netflix Ted Sarandos said with a smile and business suit as everyone in the meeting room clapped with joyous applause at the idea.

"Will there be full blown nudity for everyone?" One of the yesmen said.

Ted grinned wider. "Yes. We will make this film be Rated A but also claim it is for children to learn the importance of being careful with music groups."

"Yeah! Finally we get to see more twerking AND more of the girls!" Another yesman said with his suit showing tiny erect nipples with an exaggerated smile on his face.

Ted was ready to clap his hands together and give the final meeting of the day a huge success. Finally...his favorite movie to watch alone in the bedroom when the wife and kids are away was now getting a sequel. Things were going good for the highest of Hollywood elitists.

It was going good...until a knock came in the door. Ted looked at the knocked door and demanded to know who it was.

"It's girl scout cookies! Also I got a bikini on" A female voice said.

"YO OPEN THE DOOR YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!" Ted demanded one of his ball sucking workers to open the door and let the wave of illegal hentai in real life dreams of his become a reality.

The yesman went to the door and opened with his nipples hard and dick harder than steel from Forged In Fire. The door was opened, but their fantasy didn't become reality. Instead of a girl scout in a bikini ready to please the older men and call them senpai, what hitted the yesman was a full blown twelve gauge to the face that blew his face off and had the body flew back to the table with harsh force.

One by one armed SWAT officers came in with shotguns and submachine guns all pointing at the yesmen. Of course the yesmen were all met with hard hits with the butt of the guns, with one of the SWAT officers pepper spraying one of the yesmen's eyes, and another one having to be hitting the other yesmen with a baton as the SWAT officer had night vision goggles and kept making them cry; almost to the point that they were going to go to the forums and make them cry like the little bitch they were.

"HEY?! WHAT THE ASSFUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" Ted yelled at the SWAT team as if he was a powerful villain. He was met with a hard tackle on the wall and having to be turned around.

"The state of Texas has deemed you to be too cringe and too fucking stupid to be living in USA!" The SWAT leader yelled out with anger as he started to handcuff him.

"WHAT?! WHAT ABOUT MY OTHER PALS?! THEY GETTING FUCKED BY THE LAW TOO?!" Ted was angry as he was turned around and having two more SWAT officers take his arms.

"Actually they fled to Mexico. We couldn't capture them in time, but they gave us directions to where you were." Those bastards betrayed him. Ted was furious now more than ever. A CEO backstabbing another CEO? Only the CEO could ruin the lives of employees that they gained their trust with; like that Randy Bitchfork guy who pimpslapped that talented voice actor friend of his.

"Who will run Netflix then huh? Who will run the shows and movies everyone criticizes and makes rants about on the internet?!" Ted believed he got them cornered. He would be let go, he would continue Cuties 2, and he would make Hollywood have a tsunami of white sea.

"Actually, Netflix has been deemed too fucking braindead to consumers and to Texas, so thus your building will go down the shitter like you."

All that hard work of sucking off dick and pussy, having to kill for the chair of CEO, and making shitty content for such a high price. All of it was going to be destroyed. By who though? Who would be crazy enough to kill and slaughter this popular industry? Ted demanded to know, but he was tased and one by one him and his meeting board of yesmen were all taken and going to be put in the slammer for the rest of their life. They were ready for the Cock and Ball Torture to begin for the rest of their days, while another group was ready for their life to begin.

In came the chads of gaming. Every other Triple A developer was nothing but tight virgins compared to this group of devs. They stepped in the room and the light of the sun shined on them from the window. It was the team that created America's most loved gaming series of all time. Running With Scissors was now at the top of the world. They were the rulers now.

Vince walked over to the chair that Ted sat in all of his glory. Vince looked at his RWS crew that started to come in and have a seat on the table. Vince inhaled the new air of glory. He and his team were going to do something magical.

"Ok guys. We got a new life...a new chance...what are we going to do now?" Vince questioned his staff that all looked at each other with puzzled expressions. It was a new territory they were in now. They never had thought they would be the top powerful crew of Netflix.

Mike J raised his hand. "We could finally work on those Postal Netflix Series we mentioned?"

Vince Desi pointed right at Mike. "Mike, you are a fucking genius!"

A staff member raised their hand. "So what will the set up be for this?"

Vince reached to his pocket and pulled out a folded paper. He unfolded it until it was big as a sign and he placed it on the wall and held it with one hand over the corner to keep it still.

"First we do Postal 2, then we do a prequel of it and call it Postal 1, THEN we add Postal 3: Lost In Paradise, and finally we get to Postal 4: No Regerts." Vince dropped the planned map and lifted his arms up as if saying 'I have done the best idea ever.'

He was met with thunderous claps and shouts of cheer as everyone started to go apeshit wild from the smell of money that was going to be flowing out of their pockets. The table was getting broken, the chairs were ripped apart, and Mike J was taking off his shirt and swinging it around while shouting out "WE BE HITTING THE FUCKING HOME RUN BABY! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Vince grinned. His team loves the plan. He loved his own plan as well. He was ready to take the mapped plan back home and fuck the ever living hell out of it and make it give birth to have many more plans just like he wanted it. A family of plans.

Vince chuckled. "Then let's do this thing...let's make Postal 2: The Netflix Series."