The next scene takes place in a studio…

All of the guests had taken their seats, and the hostess appeared.

''Hello, my dear viewers!'' she proclaimed cheerfully, ''I am your hostess Sylvanas Windrunner, and welcome to My man is a BASTARD!—the No1 show for women!'' this time she was in her High Elf form.

Her statement was greeted with applauses.

''Today we are going to discuss the grim fate of a woman whose husbands are BASTARDS,'' the hostess always said the word 'BASTARD' with disgust, ''I'm going to read a letter from one of our viewers.''

''Dear Sylvanas," the hostess began to read the letter, ''I have a husband, and he is a BASTARD! He does not allow me to live the life I want and even beat me up a month ago...''

The audience sighed in horror.

''The author of this letter has come to this studio. Please help me welcome... Tyrande Whisperwind!''

A new round of applauding, and Tyrande walked into the studio and sat down on one of the sofas, opposite to the hostess.

''Tyrande, please tell your problem to the viewers.''

''I was at home, caring for the son of my former school teacher...'' started the heroine, crying.

''How old was the boy?''

''3, 5...thousand years old.''

''Please continue.''

''Then my husband came home, saw him and began mercilessly beating me up with his staff...''

''And what did that BASTARD do to the boy?'' asked Sylvanas, shocked.

''My husband tore off his beard.'' Tyrande continued crying.

''Did you try to protect yourself?''

''I pushed him.''

''Tyrande Whisperwind, you are a true heroine!'' proclaimed Sylvanas, jumping up, ''The audience supports you.''

The audience began to cheer.

''And now, ladies and gentlemen! We are going to meet the cause of Tyrande's numerous problems.'' The hostess said, ''Meet that BASTARD Malfurion Stormrage.''

''Malfurion rode into the studio in a wheelchair, his whole body in bandages.

''What happened to you?" asked the hostess, pretending as if she cared.

''Tyrande pushed me...and I fell off the balcony,'' Malfurion answered, ''Unfortunately, we live on the 10th floor.''

''You got what you deserved, BASTARD! How dare you raise your dirty hand on your wife?!'' Sylvanas was surely biased.

''Tyrande, look what you've done to me!'' the Warcraft character looked at his wife, ''I have had to stay in the hospital for a month.''

''And now let me introduce you to Garona! She is a nurse at the hospital where Malfurion is staying.''

Garona walked approached Malfurion and kissed him.

''Malfurion, we're gonna have a baby,'' she said with joy, ''Now you can leave your pantergirl Tyrande and be my husband.''

''How dare you seduce my man, dog!'' shouted Tyrande, standing up, it is amazing how people (and Night Elves) quickly forget their problems at the mere sight of competition, ''Come back to me, Malfurion.''

''Sorry, Garona, but we are completely different personalities. We can never be happy together!'' Malfurion addressed the nurse.

''You pig!'' cried Garona and slapped his cheek.

''How dare you call my husband a pig, you dog!'' Tyrande defended her husband.

''Shut up, catgirl!'' came Garona's reply.

''Garona, relax,'' Malfurion tried calming her down.

''Pig!''

''Dog!''

''Catgirl!''

''Garona, relax...''

''Pig!''

''Dog!''

''Catgirl!''

''Enough with the zoo already!'' shouted Shouted; the whole scandal stopped.

''We will be right back after this commercial,'' the hostess added.

Commercial No 1

We see Shandris Feathermoon (wearing a T-shirt and a miniskirt) sitting on a chair.

''I have shaved my left leg with an ordinary shaver, ''Shandris pointed at her left leg, ''but I shaved my right leg with a claw of a Dreadlord,'' she pointed at her right leg.

''See the difference?" a seductive smile appeared on her face, ''Of course you don't!'' her voice suddenly became harsh.

''Because it happened in a dream!'' she shouted and sank in crazy laughter, ''HAAAHAAAHAA!''

End of Commercial No 1

To be continued...