Lady Beavis was deeply displeased.
Bearing down at the dermatologically diluted duo, the silent tension in the air (broken only by the sound of nacho chips being crunched as she ponders on their punishment) can be felt by all. Yet despite the sense of dread that hung around the expanse, Smart Beavis finds it in himself to arise and clear his throat.
"Lady Beavis." He boldly states. "If it pleases the citadel. I would like to give a final statement."
The multidimensional congress of Beavises and Buttheads emit gasps and murmurs and the sparse exclamation of 'he's got nads!' As for Lady Beavis herself, a flush of rueful crimson colors her face as she drops the cheese coated chip set to enter her mouth at that moment.
How dare he show such impertinence before the throne, and while she was eating nachos to boot!
"Dude. What are you doing?" Smart Butthead hisses.
"If we are to face sanction for our actions on earth, it behooves us to go out with a bang."
Scattered chortles over Smart Beavis' remark fill the citadel.
"Yes, quite mirthful. I concur." He replies.
"Fine then." She says before pulling out a giant hourglass. "You have until the sand runs out before I pass judgement."
Turning to the assembly, Smart Beavis picks up the medals which lay on a small nearby table. Prior to being hauled before Lady Beavis and Lord Butthead, such accolades had been stripped from the two.
"When Smart Butthead and I were last here, Lady Beavis in all her wisdom commended us on being the first of our kind to score, or in this one's case, bear witness to said scoring."
"Way to rub it in." Smart Butthead muttered and chuckled to himself. "Huh, huh, 'rub'."
"Yeah…yeah. Anyway, there is a phenomenon of the mind entering a meditative state known to earthlings by the folksy name of 'Post Nut Clarity.' Most times, there is shame involved, other times it is more contemplative, as it was in the case for me."
"Interesting." Said Lady Beavis as she leans forward in fascination. "Go on."
"Well. In this contemplative state, I have repeatedly found myself increasingly charitable towards the welfare of our earth forms and in the name of smart people stuff propose further to keep Earth Beavis and Earth Butthead separate in the name of the advancement of scoring."
Bedlam seizes the citadel over Smart Beavis' proposal. Split up Beavis and Butthead on earth? Could scoring even be worth such a cost?
"Yes, yes. What I propose is radical, but we only ask the council for dispensation regarding this circumstance, for are we not after all bound to the circumstances of our respective dimensions despite our unities? And I'm sure we all can get behind the idea that scoring shouldn't be a privilege reserved for the few…(murmurs of agreement fill the citadel)…then it stands to reason that for one of us to deny that privilege to the other is nothing short of an egregious wrong."
Lord Butthead, who up to this point had been silent and passive, began to deeply chuckle.
"Lord Butthead, what is the origin of your amusement?" Lady Beavis asks of her couch mate.
"Huh. Huh. Huh. He said 'Beavis' schlong.'"
The chortling only continues to intensify as this malapropism makes its way among the various Beavis and Buttheads in attendance. Sensing the peril over, Smart Beavis and Smart Butthead are restored their respective carnal commendations and dismissed with a full pardon for their work on earth.