Interlude 5: The Morning After
Max: We stripped.
Kyle: Hey, we made a killing! They loved us. Man, we should be professional strippers.
Michael: You have a mental problem, don't you?
Alex: You're just now figuring that out?
Kyle: Man, we made three hundred apiece. Now if we went to Vegas, worked five nights a week we'd have fifteen hundred each for 3 minutes of work a day. You thought about that?
Alex: You know, that does sound nice.
Max: Alex, did you hit your head?
Alex: No, I was just thinking about the computer equipment I could buy, and the presents for Izzy.
Michael: I might be able to get something nice for Maria, and pay Izzy back for Christmas.
Kyle: See? I have the right idea.
Max: You've all gone off your rockers.
Kyle: No Max, just think of the money. We hit some of the gay clubs too, even more money.
Michael: NO, you know, never mind stripping. I don't want to now. Unless it's for Maria.
Alex: Kyle, you know how to kill a mood, don't you?
Max: Good, the lunacy has passed. I think what is wrong with the Author is catching.
Kyle: Might be, did I really say that? Man, it's too much time around you guys.
Group: Amen.
Alex: This is just a little too much male bondage for me.
Michael: I do not want any bondage.
Max: Not like that Michael, man, what is the deal with you and slash?
Michael: Nothing, I don't know what you're talking about, it's just my preference and such. Nothing happened. If anything did, you couldn't prove it.
Group Shares Looks
Kyle: So Michael, what dude put the moves on ya?
Michael: No one!
Alex: Michael, even I can tell you're hiding something.
Max: Come on, imagine you're on one of those women's talk shows. Just come out with your feelings, or if you need to, just come out.
Michael: Nothing happened! He just asked me out, that's all.
Group: WHAT?
Michael: $#!% Any chance you could forget I said that?
Group: NO.
Michael: Just, that wrestler, he, um, asked me out on a date. That's all.
Alex: I KNEW IT, I knew wrestlers were… Um, nevermind.
Kyle: Alex, you are a dead man. Anyway, so that's all? He asked you out? So what?
Michael: Well, I didn't know he meant it was a date at the time, I thought he felt bad about beating the hell out of me in the ring.
Max: OH NO, you said yes didn't you?
Michael: I DIDN'T KNOW, okay?
Alex: Oh god, wait until Maria hears about this.
Kyle: Oh man, Michael, we own you now.
Max: I wonder what Isabel will say.
Michael: That's it, I'm turning myself into the FBI.
Kyle: Wait wait, so, what happened on this date with him?
Michael: I didn't know it was going to be a date! We just went to a club and had a drink, he asked me to dance and I declined…
Max: Aw, you weren't a nice date.
Alex: Poor guy springs for all that and you don't even dance with him.
Kyle: At least you're consistent with guys as well as girls.
Michael: I HATE YOU ALL
Max: You aren't just saying you hate us when really you have some of those special feelings for us, are you Mickey G?
Michael Begins To Strangle Max
Author Voice Over: MICHAEL, QUIT BEATING MAX.
All But Michael Begin Laughing Insanely
Author Voice Over: WHAT'S SO FUNNY.
Michael: NOTHING, right guys, NOTHING!?!
Max: Heh, yeah, nothing Author.
Alex: That's our story…
Kyle: And we're sticking to it…
Author Voice Over: OKAY THEN, JUST TRY AND BEHAVE.
Group Laughs Some More
Max: So, did he try for a goodnight kiss?
Michael: Shut up, I'm not talking to any of you anymore.
Alex: Awwww, Michael, we're just kidding you.
Kyle: Yeah, I mean, who hasn't been hit on by guys before, you just be polite and let them know you're not interested.
Max And Alex Stare At Kyle
Kyle: What, you mean you haven't been hit on?
Max And Alex: Nooo…..
Kyle: Hm, must not got the stuff then.
Max: Yeah, must not give off the right vibe.
Kyle: Hey! No, you just must not be hot enough is all. Mickey G and I are the only ones worth it I guess.
Michael: You aren't helping me at all, you realize that?
Alex: You know, I have been greatly disturbed by this today.
Max: Me too.
Kyle: Wusses.
Michael: I'm going to walk away now, if anyone needs me I'll be reading Playboy's and doing manly type things.
Kyle: Oh you butch you.
Kyle, Max And Alex All Laugh
Michael: I really, really hate you.
*author hides in fear of backlash*
No insult is intended, remember! Um, I'll hide now.
Max: We stripped.
Kyle: Hey, we made a killing! They loved us. Man, we should be professional strippers.
Michael: You have a mental problem, don't you?
Alex: You're just now figuring that out?
Kyle: Man, we made three hundred apiece. Now if we went to Vegas, worked five nights a week we'd have fifteen hundred each for 3 minutes of work a day. You thought about that?
Alex: You know, that does sound nice.
Max: Alex, did you hit your head?
Alex: No, I was just thinking about the computer equipment I could buy, and the presents for Izzy.
Michael: I might be able to get something nice for Maria, and pay Izzy back for Christmas.
Kyle: See? I have the right idea.
Max: You've all gone off your rockers.
Kyle: No Max, just think of the money. We hit some of the gay clubs too, even more money.
Michael: NO, you know, never mind stripping. I don't want to now. Unless it's for Maria.
Alex: Kyle, you know how to kill a mood, don't you?
Max: Good, the lunacy has passed. I think what is wrong with the Author is catching.
Kyle: Might be, did I really say that? Man, it's too much time around you guys.
Group: Amen.
Alex: This is just a little too much male bondage for me.
Michael: I do not want any bondage.
Max: Not like that Michael, man, what is the deal with you and slash?
Michael: Nothing, I don't know what you're talking about, it's just my preference and such. Nothing happened. If anything did, you couldn't prove it.
Group Shares Looks
Kyle: So Michael, what dude put the moves on ya?
Michael: No one!
Alex: Michael, even I can tell you're hiding something.
Max: Come on, imagine you're on one of those women's talk shows. Just come out with your feelings, or if you need to, just come out.
Michael: Nothing happened! He just asked me out, that's all.
Group: WHAT?
Michael: $#!% Any chance you could forget I said that?
Group: NO.
Michael: Just, that wrestler, he, um, asked me out on a date. That's all.
Alex: I KNEW IT, I knew wrestlers were… Um, nevermind.
Kyle: Alex, you are a dead man. Anyway, so that's all? He asked you out? So what?
Michael: Well, I didn't know he meant it was a date at the time, I thought he felt bad about beating the hell out of me in the ring.
Max: OH NO, you said yes didn't you?
Michael: I DIDN'T KNOW, okay?
Alex: Oh god, wait until Maria hears about this.
Kyle: Oh man, Michael, we own you now.
Max: I wonder what Isabel will say.
Michael: That's it, I'm turning myself into the FBI.
Kyle: Wait wait, so, what happened on this date with him?
Michael: I didn't know it was going to be a date! We just went to a club and had a drink, he asked me to dance and I declined…
Max: Aw, you weren't a nice date.
Alex: Poor guy springs for all that and you don't even dance with him.
Kyle: At least you're consistent with guys as well as girls.
Michael: I HATE YOU ALL
Max: You aren't just saying you hate us when really you have some of those special feelings for us, are you Mickey G?
Michael Begins To Strangle Max
Author Voice Over: MICHAEL, QUIT BEATING MAX.
All But Michael Begin Laughing Insanely
Author Voice Over: WHAT'S SO FUNNY.
Michael: NOTHING, right guys, NOTHING!?!
Max: Heh, yeah, nothing Author.
Alex: That's our story…
Kyle: And we're sticking to it…
Author Voice Over: OKAY THEN, JUST TRY AND BEHAVE.
Group Laughs Some More
Max: So, did he try for a goodnight kiss?
Michael: Shut up, I'm not talking to any of you anymore.
Alex: Awwww, Michael, we're just kidding you.
Kyle: Yeah, I mean, who hasn't been hit on by guys before, you just be polite and let them know you're not interested.
Max And Alex Stare At Kyle
Kyle: What, you mean you haven't been hit on?
Max And Alex: Nooo…..
Kyle: Hm, must not got the stuff then.
Max: Yeah, must not give off the right vibe.
Kyle: Hey! No, you just must not be hot enough is all. Mickey G and I are the only ones worth it I guess.
Michael: You aren't helping me at all, you realize that?
Alex: You know, I have been greatly disturbed by this today.
Max: Me too.
Kyle: Wusses.
Michael: I'm going to walk away now, if anyone needs me I'll be reading Playboy's and doing manly type things.
Kyle: Oh you butch you.
Kyle, Max And Alex All Laugh
Michael: I really, really hate you.
*author hides in fear of backlash*
No insult is intended, remember! Um, I'll hide now.