Commercial No 2

We see a familiar-to-us-all man dressed as a Confederate general.

''Hello, I'm George W!'' he proclaimed with a strong Texas accent, ''and I know what you're thinking. Why am I dressed like a Confederate general? Well, this has nothing to do with what I'm about to say.''

''I know that you're bored. I know that the best games got cancelled!'' he continued, ''But turn that frown upside down!" he pointed at the viewers ''An alternative exists! Watch George W: The Movie!''

''Yeeeha! This movie features me— George W.— and my boring paperwork. Only me—George W.— and my boring paperwork. If you're expecting to see robots, fantasy worlds, magic, conspiracy theories, and adventures...then forget about them! This movie only features me—George W.—and my boring paperwork. Moreover, the sequel, George W: More Paperwork,will be out next month. So don't be a jerk! Get your money and go watch George W: The Movie at your local movie theater!''

End of Commercial No2

(Author's Note: If you didn't get who's George W...then you have no ties with reality.)

Back at the studio.

''We're on the air again,'' said Sylvanas, ''now it is time for the audience to ask their questions, and maybe somebody can give our guests a word of advice?''

The microphone was passed to the Pandaren Brewmaster Chen Stormscout.

''I want to give a word of advice to George W.'' the panda's voice showed that the he was drunk, ''He should...Aahh, I'm too drunk to talk.''

''Security, get this stupid drunkard out of here!'' Sylvanas barked, deep hatred in her voice.

''Sylvanas, we can't, he's the sponsor of this show.'' said one of the guards.

''The sponsor?!'' her voice suddenly became soft and friendly, ''Well, what are you waiting for?! Get our dear sponsor something to drink.''

The microphone was passed to Cenarius.

''Mortals! I am Cenarius, a member Greenpeace!'' he started, ''I have an advice for you! Save the endangered species! They are close to extinction!''

''Sir, this is a show about love.''

''That's the point! Only your love for wildlife and our planet can save endangered species!''

''Pass the microphone to Jaina Proudmoore!'' ordered Sylvanas, ''Jaina is an activist of the Women Rights Watch.''

The microphone was passed to a young blond woman.

''I express my solidarity with Tyrande Whisperwind!'' Jaina said proudly, ''Men are dirty, evil, backstabbing creatures. We women should be the true rulers of the world! I don't understand why we even need men.''

''What would you do to a man?" the hostess sat next to Jaina.

''I would undress him, put him on his knees and hit with a whip .''Jaina said with passionate delight, her eyes closed, ''and hit him with a whip again! And hit him with a whip again! And again! And again! That would be delicious.''

After listening Jaina's 'lecture', Sylvanas stood up and walked towards the other side of the studio, ''Now now, my dear viewers, I'm going to talk to a real shaman who has the ability to communicate with spirits, maybe they can give us all an advice''

She approached Thrall's orc was sitting and smoking cannabis.

''Ladies and gentlemen, meet Thrall, son of Durotan,'' she introduced the shaman to the studio.'',could the spirits give an advice to our heroes and viewers?"

''Give me a couple of seconds.'' said Thrall and continued smoking his weed.

In a couple of seconds his eyes became wide.

''The spirits say...''sounded Thrall's drugged voice, ''the spirits say that an omen will appear. A Great Source of Light...''he looked around, searching. ''There it is! I see it!'' Thrall jumped up and pointed at the source of bright light, shouting. ''I see the Light!''

''Thrall, that's a projector.'' explained Silvanas.

''The End is near! The End is near!'' the Far seer continued his warnings.

''It's just a projector! Every studio has projectors!''

''The sky will be devoured by flames, oceans will boil, we will all turn into ashes! The End is near!''

Ten minutes later Thrall got locked up in an asylum for the mentally ill.

''Ok, now let's meet the Masked Guest.'' proclaimed the hostess when the so-called 'Thrall incident' was over, ''for personal reasons she wants to keep her identity a secret. ''

A person in red robes walked in and sat on the guest's sofa. The face was not seen under the mask.

''I am wearing this mask now because I do not want to reveal my identity,'' the Masked Guest started the tale, ''I'm an ordinary young lady. I have nothing to do with Warcraft because every male character there is a BASTARD." The guest pronounced that word in the style of the hostess, but then added, '' Except Kael'Thas Sunstrider; now he is a real man! No, not just a man, he's a saint! A holy embodiment of manliness! He's intelligent, strong, sexy...''

''But Kael'Thas Sunstrider sold his own girlfriend into slavery!'' disagreed Sylvanas.

''It's a lie!'' the Masked Guest stood up, the voice now resembling a Blood Elf male one, ''I did not do such a thing...Errrhhh...I mean, Kael'Thas would not do such a thing!''

''And your name is?"

''My name is Kael...Erhh…My name is Tiffany!''

''Thank you for an interesting discussion, Tiffany, but we have run out of time.'' proclaimed the unsuspecting Sylvanas.

''This is it for this edition of My husband is a BASTARD. Thanks for being with us. I'm the show's hostess Sylvanas Windrunner. See you next week!''