I own nothing.
(the audience cheers once more as the curtains pull open, revealing Vrael, Naraku and Sesshomaru behind the podiums but Verakka nowhere in sight)
(silence)
Fan: Where is he?!
(Eitak walks onstage)
Eitak: Umm, Verakka...somehow...fell off of a building and can't make it at the moment.
Vrael: (snickers) Yeah, he fell.
Eitak: You pushed him off, didn't you?
Vrael: Yep. :D
Eitak: I can't even begin to explain how wrong that is.
(Verakka runs onstage and glares at Vrael)
Verakka: You locked me in a CLOSET, you --tard!!
Vrael: Lookie lookie, a pottymouth. (starts laughing) Whatcha gonna do? Sing me a song and tuck me into bed?
Verakka: How about a rhyme? Roses are red, violets are blue. If you don't shut your mouth I'll seal it with glue!!
Vrael: I see...that would be unfortunate.
Verakka: Not in my opinion. (steps behind the podium) And so we...you know what? takes out a shotgun and shoots at Vrael before putting it away
Vrael: What the crap was that for?!
Verakka: You looked at me.
Audience: (laughing hard)
Verakka: And the categories are...
Fatal Demonics
The Dark Ages
Medieval Torture
Faking Death
I hate you, Rvark
Verakka: Wait, what--?!
Audience: (laughing)
Verakka: That is NOT a category, you freaking loser!!
Vrael: It is now, Rvark. (laughs)
Verakka: I'm going to hang you over a boiling pot of magma.
Vrael: Go to hell!
Verakka: After you.
Audience: (laughing)
Verakka: (takes the 'I hate you Rvark' category sign and breaks it in half, then puts up a new one that says 'Are you a boy or a girl?') And so, let us begin. Sesshomaru, it's your board.
Sesshomaru: I'd like to take a guess at Medieval Torture for 300.
Verakka: I can't actually believe you asked a real question.
Sesshomaru: Huh? It's in the script, you know. (holds up a piece of paper)
Verakka: Wait, wh--
Audience: (laughing)
Verakka: When did we get a script?!
Sesshomaru: When Vrael gave it to me.
Verakka: WHAT THE HELL?!
Audience: (roaring with laughter)
Verakka: Fine, Medieval Torture for 300. And the question is--
Sesshomaru: Guillotine.
Verakka: (walks over to Sesshomaru and Naraku, takes their scripts and set the papers on fire before returning to his chair) Fine. Sesshomaru, you're in the lead. Naraku, your turn.
Naraku: I don't know my line, I didn't read the script.
Verakka: TO HELL WITH THE SCRIPT! JUST PICK A CATEGORY!!
Naraku: Umm...Are you a boy or girl?
Verakka: Okay, for how much?
Naraku: No, I'm asking you.
Fans: (roar with laughter)
Verakka: ...no. Vrael, go ahead.
Vrael: Fat Demons for 90,000,000!
Fans: (laughing)
Verakka: You already used that one.
Vrael: (looks at audience and points at Verakka) That's what she said!
Audience: (screaming with laughter)
Verakka: Fatal Demonics for 900. And the question is...
Do you want to--
Verakka: ...
Vrael: (snickering)
Verakka: Vrael, I hate you. I really, truly do.
Vrael: (bursts out laughing) C-c'mon! L-l-let the p-people s-see my q-q-questi--(cracks up)
Verakka: I am not finishing that sentence.
Audience: (laughing)
Verakka: And we'll be right back.
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