Narrator: Loyal viewers, to apologize for the terrible storyline you are currently watching, we would like to grant you some other form of entertainment. We now present to you..
(CUT To A poorly constructed logo with a silhouette of a leaping Bolbi surrounded by music notes.)
Narrator: Talent Time With Bolbi.
(CUT To INT Shot - A large stage is shrouded in the dark. A spotlight comes on to show Bolbi standing right in the middle of it, a microphone on a tripod next to him, a big innocent smile on his face. He begins to do his signature slapping dance.)
Bolbi (in tuneless song): Slap, slap, slap. Clap, clap, clap. Bolbi's awesome party will be onto the map! I be much cooler then this current plot, 'cause all my talent be coming from the heart!
(He grabs the mic off of the tripod, which falls over with a thunk, he begins to do a dancing strut as he continues to sing.)
Bolbi: I not entertain you with silly future girls or poor jokes to kill you, only super-star quality be best for the peoples.
(He performs a perfect pirouette. He uses his free hand to do more of his slapping and "clapping".)
Bolbi: Slap, slap, slap. Clap, clap, clap. I be so wonderful, that eveyrone shuts their yap. Bolbi so happy and crammed with the joy, striking fun smiles into the masses.
(He spins the mic like a baton before singing into it again.)
Bolbi: It no matter that my song rhyme or not, it is so much better then that spin of a yarn. Time travel is the stupidest of attempts at enchantment, just ask the viewers, yes.
(He begins to do an odd marching dance in one place.)
Bolbi: The future was real bad in that mess of a tale. Bolbi hope it to be over in haste, where the robots are mean an' everybody died 'cept me!
(Bolbi suddenly leaps off of the stage in an act of impulse.)
Bolbi: Stage dive!
(We CUT To get a full view of the auditorium. Bolbi falls flat on his face with a painful crack on the floor. We see that there is NO ONE in the audience, only empty chairs and silence. Bolbi remains still.)
Bolbi (muffled): Bolbi's mouth taste like its full of pennies.
(CUT To A Black Background with white text. The unseen Narrator reads aloud from it again.)
Narrator: Dear viewers, to apologize for Talent Time With Bolbi we now return you to the terribly constructed storyline.
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