Commentator 4: Hi, I'm Commentator 4. As you may, or may not, depending on wether or not you're stupid, remember, that last time I was arrested for the murder of Commentator 5, but I broke from police custody to bring you this week's match: RoboCop vs C3PO.
(Multiple Police reinforcement units appear behind Commentator 4.)
Commentator 4: Bring it on, bumholes!
Commentator 4 pulls out a handgun, and ducks under the commentating table, popping up to shoot police.)
Commentator 4: Take that!
Police Chief: Shoot him! (The Police soldiers try to shoot Commentator 4, but all get shot down)
Police Chief: Bring in the artillery! (A tank smashes through the whole office of ChristSaviour Fighting Tournament. It points its main gun at Commentator 4)
Commentator 4: Uh...I surrender? (Commentator 4 is shot by the gun. His body literally explodes into thousands of bits. Cut to ChristSaviour in the recording studio)
ChristSaviour: Oh, Shitfuckcockwankerballsasstittiescuntpussybitchtwatbastardbuggercrap...
(Ten minutes later)
ChristSaviour:...nuts. Who'll commentate now?
Random Dude: Uh...me?
ChristSaviour: No. Go away.
Random Dude: (disappointedly) Aaaaw.
ChristSaviour: Get out. Now. (Random Dude leaves.)
ChristSaviour: Now, about that commentator...
(Master Chief bursts through the wall, gun raised)
ChristSaviour: (To self) Is this a sign from God?
ChristSaviour: (To Master Chief)Would you like to be my new commentator?
Master Chief: No. I'm here to ask you a few questions.
ChristSaviour: Right.
Master Chief: This supposed to be a tournament of the finest robots ever built. Am I right?
ChristSaviour: Uh-huh.
Master Chief: And it starts with each robot fighting one other robot which considered a good match for it.
ChristSaviour: Yes.
Master Chief: And the winners of each match go into semi-finals, and then finals.
ChristSaviour: Yup, pretty much.
Master Chief: The finest robots.
ChristSaviour: Yes...
Master Chief: Why in Hell am I not in it? Huh? (Raises gun)
ChristSaviour: Uh, I have a PS2, not an XBOX.
Master Chief: (Outraged) WHAT?!? (Calls up Bill Gates, who arrives moments later on ChristSaviour's computer screen.)
Bill Gates: You don't have an XBOX?
ChristSaviour: No.
Bill Gates: But you have a PS2?
ChristSaviour: Yes.
Bill Gates: (To Master Chief) Kill this this man.
Master Chief: Yes sir! (Salutes)
ChristSaviour: Um...LOOK OVER THERE!
Master Chief: Huh? (Turns around)
ChristSaviour: Sucker! (Runs away)
Referee: Well, since we've lost our Supreme Dictator-for-life, and our commentators, we may as well start the match.
(C3PO and RoboCop step up to the ring, and begin to grapple. RoboCop uses his size advantage to pick up C3PO and beat him. However, RoboCop is still so...damn...s...l...o...w...that he lets C3PO escape. C3PO runs around behind him, and kicks him in the arse)
RoboCop: Hey. (Pulls out his gun and shoots at C3PO. C3PO is not ready to dodge, as he doesn't recognise bullets, or even guns. The only thing he had to deal with were laser blasts, which are even slower than RoboCop's painfully s...l...o...w...gun. C3PO's head is knocked off)
(Multiple Police reinforcement units appear behind Commentator 4.)
Commentator 4: Bring it on, bumholes!
Commentator 4 pulls out a handgun, and ducks under the commentating table, popping up to shoot police.)
Commentator 4: Take that!
Police Chief: Shoot him! (The Police soldiers try to shoot Commentator 4, but all get shot down)
Police Chief: Bring in the artillery! (A tank smashes through the whole office of ChristSaviour Fighting Tournament. It points its main gun at Commentator 4)
Commentator 4: Uh...I surrender? (Commentator 4 is shot by the gun. His body literally explodes into thousands of bits. Cut to ChristSaviour in the recording studio)
ChristSaviour: Oh, Shitfuckcockwankerballsasstittiescuntpussybitchtwatbastardbuggercrap...
(Ten minutes later)
ChristSaviour:...nuts. Who'll commentate now?
Random Dude: Uh...me?
ChristSaviour: No. Go away.
Random Dude: (disappointedly) Aaaaw.
ChristSaviour: Get out. Now. (Random Dude leaves.)
ChristSaviour: Now, about that commentator...
(Master Chief bursts through the wall, gun raised)
ChristSaviour: (To self) Is this a sign from God?
ChristSaviour: (To Master Chief)Would you like to be my new commentator?
Master Chief: No. I'm here to ask you a few questions.
ChristSaviour: Right.
Master Chief: This supposed to be a tournament of the finest robots ever built. Am I right?
ChristSaviour: Uh-huh.
Master Chief: And it starts with each robot fighting one other robot which considered a good match for it.
ChristSaviour: Yes.
Master Chief: And the winners of each match go into semi-finals, and then finals.
ChristSaviour: Yup, pretty much.
Master Chief: The finest robots.
ChristSaviour: Yes...
Master Chief: Why in Hell am I not in it? Huh? (Raises gun)
ChristSaviour: Uh, I have a PS2, not an XBOX.
Master Chief: (Outraged) WHAT?!? (Calls up Bill Gates, who arrives moments later on ChristSaviour's computer screen.)
Bill Gates: You don't have an XBOX?
ChristSaviour: No.
Bill Gates: But you have a PS2?
ChristSaviour: Yes.
Bill Gates: (To Master Chief) Kill this this man.
Master Chief: Yes sir! (Salutes)
ChristSaviour: Um...LOOK OVER THERE!
Master Chief: Huh? (Turns around)
ChristSaviour: Sucker! (Runs away)
Referee: Well, since we've lost our Supreme Dictator-for-life, and our commentators, we may as well start the match.
(C3PO and RoboCop step up to the ring, and begin to grapple. RoboCop uses his size advantage to pick up C3PO and beat him. However, RoboCop is still so...damn...s...l...o...w...that he lets C3PO escape. C3PO runs around behind him, and kicks him in the arse)
RoboCop: Hey. (Pulls out his gun and shoots at C3PO. C3PO is not ready to dodge, as he doesn't recognise bullets, or even guns. The only thing he had to deal with were laser blasts, which are even slower than RoboCop's painfully s...l...o...w...gun. C3PO's head is knocked off)