Meanwhile, Lazlow Jones is seen flirting with failed dancers.. Well.. If you call "lying about his penis size" flirting. Creeped out, they all leave.

"... What happened to you Lazlow?" Asked now 22 year old Pinkie (two years older than Carly). Wearing the same black hoodie and sweat pants her mother wore the day of her death.. Ironically enough.

"What you mean?" Lazlow asked.

"Come on Lazlow, you may of always been a shitty brother.. But were a 'decent' person once.. What became of you?" Pinkie asked.

"You know what happened sis. I got hooked on cocaine." Lazlow admitted.

"Whatever. Let me check the list" Pinkie said, reading the off view list. Her red hair messy like usual, as is her style.

"Speaking of which. I got a call, someone named Tracey.. She wants a chance on the show... And she sounds kinda hot.. So.. Why not, right?" Lazlow said.

"Just don't try anything on her" Pinkie groaned, oddly foreashadowing later events.

LATER:

"Pinkie, you stay out here, leaving you in charge of contestant names.. The normal guy is sick" Said the unnamed boss of her and Lazlow (and everyone else working there as well).

"S -Sure boss" Pinkie said, a bit shy. Still in her more innocent stage.

The boss left.

No more than ten seconds later, Michael and Trevor burst in. (or, in Pinkie's point of view, a creepy one with a dirty white t-shirt. And less creepy, but still making her nervous, looking one).

Pinkie was understandably a bit creeped out by them. But she had to do her job, so shyly walked over.

"Where the hell is she?" Michael asked himself, as he and Trevor anxiously looked around.

"H -Hello sir's, can I get your names?" Pinkie asked.

But Trevor, seeing that she's an employee, and being a bit short on 'manners', responded by grabbing her by the throat with one hand, and menacingly walking forward, and Pinkie walking backwards because of this, chocking loudly.

"Where the fuck is Tracy Townley, eh!?.. Tracy-fucking-De Santa!?" Trevor demanded, before throwing her down on her knees, releasing the choke hold.

"Screw that! Where the fuck's Lazlow!?" Trevor angrily screamed at her.

Pinkie, scared for her life, gave away Lazlow, and pointed to the stage entrance.

Trevor stormed in, as Pinkie was recovering herself.

Michael looked at her for a brief second, before following Trevor onto the stage.

A man finished dancing.

Lazlow approached the stage. Clapping.

"Thank you Mike. For... Whatever that was." Lazlow said.

Mike left the stage.

"Welcome back to Fame or Shame.. I'm the host. Because "apparently" I have nothing else to do on a Saturday evening.. And now isn't that just a little sad" Lazlow said to the camera, cause this is live.

"Now. Up next it's Tracy De Santa.. Audience.. Tracy De Santa." Lazlow said.

"(in overly revealing outfit) H. Hi" Tracy said nervously.

"Now Tracy's a "dancer" but she also enjoys singing, and long walks on the beach.. That's wonderful. Your so original. Like a rainbow. Or a basket of puppies. Or a.. Pile of puke." Lazlowk joked.

(Okay.. That's actually kinda funny in the game.. Good one Lazlow).

"Who are these clowns!?" Lazlow cried, seeing Michael and Trevor, and the camera pointed at the intruders, probably thinking it was still part of the act. Witch it isn't.

Continuing with her act, despite this news. Tracy, for some reason, performs an erotic dance, while dressed like a school girl. (And she wonders WHY perverts stalk her). Lazlow joins in, and begins dancing inappropriately with Tracey.

"You fucking gonna do something about this!?" Trevor cried to Michael.

"Okay.. Okay that's enough" Michael warned, but his words were ignored.

"Hey! I said that's enough!" Michael angrily screamed, and leaped at Lazlow, but got held back.

Random Man: (watching it on tv, thinking the attack it's part of the act): What a weird episode.

"I got security. Security!" Lazlow shouted.

"What you fucking say!?" Michael angrily screamed.

Lazlow ran for it, as a security guard blocked Michael both preparing to fist fight, but Trevor intervened and smashed a chair against the guard's head, knocking him out cold.

"Come here you little fuck!" Trevor screamed at the escaping Lazlow, and he and Michael chased him.

"Pinkie! We gotta go, now!" Lazlow's voice cried.

"Why?" Pinkie asked, her voice still a little raspy.

"No time.. Come on!" Lazlow cried, grabbing her arm as he ran to his car. Trevor and Michael close behind him.

"Hey! We just wanna 'talk!" Trevor's voice said evilly.

LATER:

"Ohh.. All outta batteries?" Trevor said, he and Michael cornering the stranded Lazlow.

"H -Hey guys.. I was only joking around back there" Lazlow frighteningly insisted.

"Yeah well.. That little girl sat on my leg when she was 2 months old, and I swore to god I would the face off anyone, who fuckin wronged her!" Trevor threatened.

"L -Look, I'm just a dumb, A-list celebrity, trying to entertain America, Okay!?.. I got a lot of stuff going on wait now, besides, you.. Trying to kill me.. Okay. I got multiple sexual harassment orders.. Plus.. I'm a crack addict, so there's that.. And plus I can't stop jacking off dude!.. I jack it in traffic!" Lazlow cried.

"What's your talent? Huh? I mean, aside from love and sex?" Trevor asked.

"Dude, haven't you seen my show? It's not live, it's not funny... That's my genius: I got no fucking talent!" Lazlow said, frightened.

"Clearly he ain't being humble T.. You made your point" Michael insisted.

"Yeah." Lazlow said shakily.

"Michael, this was your daughter!., You should be wanting to the the FUCKING PONYTAIL, off the top of this guy's head!" Trevor replied angrily.

"... I'll give you Pinkie!" Lazlow cried, cowardly.

"Who?" The other two both asked.

"Her!" Lazlow cried, pointing to Pinkie still in his back seat.

"Her!?" Michael cried, not seeming too impressed by Pinkie at the moment. Though has to look twice, she seemed familiar.

"I'll take it.. She might be useful" Trevor insisted.

Lazlow tried running, but Trevor stopped him.

"First... Pants, off" Trevor ordered.

Lazlow, knowing there's not much choice in the matter, took off his pants. Trevor tells him to dance.

"I need musc o-

"You trying to fucking annoy me, huh!?"

"I'll dance" Lazlow said, and started dancing, or whatever he called that, and Trevor records it on his phone. Probably as blackmail for if this ever happens again.

Michael, knowing that Lazlow got the message across, allowed Lazlow to run off. But warned him to do it quickly, before Michael changes his mind.

"I got it all on tape you fuck! The world's gonna see your shit!"

Michael laughed and than said "I'm going home."

Pinkie tried following Lazlow secretly.

"Not so fast red head" Trevor said, grabbing her by the arm.

"Please don't kill me, Michael!" Pinkie begged.

TREVOR: (quitely): Trevor.

PINKIE: (correcting herself): Trevor.

"If I were gonna kill you.. Your be dead" Trevor replied.

"F -Fair enough" Pinkie replied.

"How would you like to work for me?" Trevor asked.

"D -Do I have a choice Trevor?" Pinkie asked fearfully.

"Now that you mention it... No" Trevor replied. And drags her to the truck with him. Her silently giving in. No point in resisting a lunatic.

"Trevor, isn't she kinda young for you?" Michael mocked. This is long before Mchael actually cared about Pinkie.

"I can always use a surrogate Carly." Trevor said.

"Well.. Lets see how long she lasts before sucide.. I got 2 weeks" Michael said deadpan.

Pinkie gulps.

"Oh, hawhaw, I forgot how funny you are" Trevor said sarcastically. Pulling Pinkie to the truck.

Pinkie: (in head): Fucking Lazlow,. Selling me to some crazy redneck..

Pinkie Lancer is a personal favorite of mine, which is odd as the poor girl is the only character who had a normal enough childhood, but was tramatized by more "recent" events.. Most of what Trevor throws her into leaves her with PTSD..