Interlude 3: Bonding over thongs, since thongs are bondage.
Setting: Back room of the strip clubs, all of them are wearing thongs (this has nothing to do with what they say, just thought that you'd all like to think about it).
Alex: I can't believe Michael and Kyle are both comatose. We're just going to strip, no big deal. Or is that the problem, they're afraid it won't be…
Max: That was cruel man. Funny, but cruel. Nah, they'll snap out of it in a minute.
Kyle And Michael Wake Up Since That Was The Cue, And They Find They Are Holding Onto Each Other
Kyle and Michael: NOOO.
Alex: Think these pictures will come out good?
Max: Oh, I'm sure of it.
Michael: What did you two do?
Kyle: Oh man, this is bad.
Max: We didn't do anything. Yet.
Alex: Anyway, we have more problems than we did.
Michael: Now what?
Alex: We've been posted. And worse yet, they like us. A lot.
Kyle: WHAT? How could they? Come on, this story sucks! No plot, he just makes up things to happen with no basis in ANY reality. How could they like this?
Max: They like watching us squirm.
Michael: Aw man, what'd we ever do to them? I thought they loved us.
Alex: Oh, they do love us. But see, it seems they don't like how you've treated Maria, or how Kyle was once a stalker or how Future Max screwed things up with Liz.
Kyle: Hey, blame the writers, not me! And what did you do to get stuck in here with us?
Alex: I'm an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.
Max, Michael & Kyle: Uh huh.
Alex: I read the latest part up, Kyle, it says you love Mr. Squishel's more than Tess.
Kyle: No comment.
Max: I'm not going there.
Michael And Alex Nod
Max: I just checked the postings, we were just called morons! I'm good in school, I'm no moron. If I look like one it's all the author's fault.
Michael: Max, you are a moron. Look what you've done, Mariachi Band, staying out all night with Liz, working for Brody. I could list more, but I won't.
Max: Like you're better? Mr. Wrestlermania? Mr. Break-up-with-your-girlfriend-every-other-week?
Alex: Come on guys, don't fight here.
Michael: Alex, men in glass cop uniforms who strip shouldn't get involved!
Kyle: Hey, I didn't do anything to be a moron! I'm the Woozle! What could I have possibly done?
Alex, Michael & Kyle In Unison: FIRST SEASON
Kyle: Oh yeah…
Author Voice Over: CHILDREN CHILDREN, DON'T FIGHT. BESIDES, YOU NEED TO BE READY TO STRIP FOR THE OWNER. AND THEN LATER FOR AN AUDIENCE. DON'T YOU LOVE ME?
Group: NO!
Author Voice Over: THAT'S RUDE. 9 OUT OF THE 10 VOICE IN MY HEAD LOVE ME. THE OTHER IS GAGGED AND BOUND IN A CLOSET, BUT THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT.
Group Looks Around Frightened
Author Voice Over: WELL GET READY, YOU'LL BE STRIPPING SOON. IN FACT, HERE'S SOME MUSIC WHILE YOU WAIT. BYE.
Michael: Well, it could be worse.
Max, Alex & Kyle Scream: DON'T SAY THAT, you just jinxed us.
Music Plays And Voices Are Heard Going: "Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala…" For infinity.
Kyle Punches Michael
Kyle: You just got us SMURFED!
Max Cries: Make it stop! Just make it stop.
Alex Hums Along And Gets Odd Looks
Alex: Hey, I liked this show.
Michael Cringes In Pain
Michael: You are one sick puppy Alex.
Setting: Back room of the strip clubs, all of them are wearing thongs (this has nothing to do with what they say, just thought that you'd all like to think about it).
Alex: I can't believe Michael and Kyle are both comatose. We're just going to strip, no big deal. Or is that the problem, they're afraid it won't be…
Max: That was cruel man. Funny, but cruel. Nah, they'll snap out of it in a minute.
Kyle And Michael Wake Up Since That Was The Cue, And They Find They Are Holding Onto Each Other
Kyle and Michael: NOOO.
Alex: Think these pictures will come out good?
Max: Oh, I'm sure of it.
Michael: What did you two do?
Kyle: Oh man, this is bad.
Max: We didn't do anything. Yet.
Alex: Anyway, we have more problems than we did.
Michael: Now what?
Alex: We've been posted. And worse yet, they like us. A lot.
Kyle: WHAT? How could they? Come on, this story sucks! No plot, he just makes up things to happen with no basis in ANY reality. How could they like this?
Max: They like watching us squirm.
Michael: Aw man, what'd we ever do to them? I thought they loved us.
Alex: Oh, they do love us. But see, it seems they don't like how you've treated Maria, or how Kyle was once a stalker or how Future Max screwed things up with Liz.
Kyle: Hey, blame the writers, not me! And what did you do to get stuck in here with us?
Alex: I'm an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.
Max, Michael & Kyle: Uh huh.
Alex: I read the latest part up, Kyle, it says you love Mr. Squishel's more than Tess.
Kyle: No comment.
Max: I'm not going there.
Michael And Alex Nod
Max: I just checked the postings, we were just called morons! I'm good in school, I'm no moron. If I look like one it's all the author's fault.
Michael: Max, you are a moron. Look what you've done, Mariachi Band, staying out all night with Liz, working for Brody. I could list more, but I won't.
Max: Like you're better? Mr. Wrestlermania? Mr. Break-up-with-your-girlfriend-every-other-week?
Alex: Come on guys, don't fight here.
Michael: Alex, men in glass cop uniforms who strip shouldn't get involved!
Kyle: Hey, I didn't do anything to be a moron! I'm the Woozle! What could I have possibly done?
Alex, Michael & Kyle In Unison: FIRST SEASON
Kyle: Oh yeah…
Author Voice Over: CHILDREN CHILDREN, DON'T FIGHT. BESIDES, YOU NEED TO BE READY TO STRIP FOR THE OWNER. AND THEN LATER FOR AN AUDIENCE. DON'T YOU LOVE ME?
Group: NO!
Author Voice Over: THAT'S RUDE. 9 OUT OF THE 10 VOICE IN MY HEAD LOVE ME. THE OTHER IS GAGGED AND BOUND IN A CLOSET, BUT THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT.
Group Looks Around Frightened
Author Voice Over: WELL GET READY, YOU'LL BE STRIPPING SOON. IN FACT, HERE'S SOME MUSIC WHILE YOU WAIT. BYE.
Michael: Well, it could be worse.
Max, Alex & Kyle Scream: DON'T SAY THAT, you just jinxed us.
Music Plays And Voices Are Heard Going: "Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala…" For infinity.
Kyle Punches Michael
Kyle: You just got us SMURFED!
Max Cries: Make it stop! Just make it stop.
Alex Hums Along And Gets Odd Looks
Alex: Hey, I liked this show.
Michael Cringes In Pain
Michael: You are one sick puppy Alex.