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| Case Study: As The Table Turns |
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Screen fades in. We see Smo in the studio. It appears he's playing with a new toy.
Smo: Dude, this table is great. (Pushes button on remote. The table begins rotating.) Now when I say the tables have turned, the table can literally turn. This is great! Smo continues playing with the new toy. A door opening is heard and Gro enters. Smo: Hey man. Check out this new toy I got. Smo pushes a button on the remote. The table turns. Gro: (In a really uninterested voice) Wow, that's great. Smo: (Deep voice) The tables have turned, muwahahahaha. Gro: I'd like you to meet somebody. Drop dead gorgeous chick enters the studio. Smo: (Still playing with the table.) Oh really? Who is it? Gro: (Cough, cough) Smo: Well who's this schmuck you want me to meet? Gro: (Clears throat very loudly) Smo looks up and steps back in shock. Smo: Oh hey, uhh, hey. Uhh, can I help you? Gro: You dummy, this is her. The person I want you to meet. Smo: Huh!? (Looks back at the chick) So, can I help you? Chick: Uhhh, I came here with Gro. Smo: (Knocked back by the shock of the news) What?!? We never see any (Checks her out) fine ladies like you in here. Especially with one of us. (Points to Gro and himself) Gro: So smuck!!!! (whispers to Smo) She's a hottie huh??? (Looking toward the chick) Excuse us for a second. Smo: Where did you pick up that doll? She's like whoa! Gro: Yea, she heard about our show and go figure, she wanted to come meet.... get this, out of all people.....YOU!!! Smo: (Jaw drops to the floor) Wha? You say wha? Uhhhhhhh..... Gro: Yea, check this out. I'm just walking and outta the blue this chick is like aren't you the Grody guy or Gromes or something like that. Smo: You mean someone actually checks out our show, and they even recognized you?!?! Duuuude! Gro: So anyway man, you gonna go meet her for real!?!?! Smo: There's got to be something going on here. This doesn't happen to me, or even us for that matter. Gro: No kidding I'm a little suspicious myself, but although I'd be even more suspicious if she wanted to meet me . Smo: Ahh, what the heck. What do I have to lose anyway? Gro: Uhm...pride...brain cells...life....money..... Smo: Right, let's go. Smo and Gro go back out to where the girl is still waiting. Smo: Uhh, hey. I'm Smo, welcome to the studio. Chick: Yea, I know who you are. Smo: Yea, so what's going on? Chick: Oh not much, I just wanted to come meet you. Smo: Uhhh, ok. What made you want to do that? Chick: Well you know seeing as how your so cute and all. Gro: (Jaw drops to the floor) Wha... Smo cute huh...(thinks for a minute) Well, I dunno, beats me, I guess some women are like that, and anyway she did pick the better looking of us two so maybe she is legitiment. Smo: (Smiles) Uhh, yea right. (Thinks to himself) I am kinda cute. Chick: So you, like, wanna go some where that (Coughs) loser Gro is not. Smo: Uhhh.... well, this is a rare opportunity. Sure, let's go. Gro: You leaving Smo!?!? Smo: Yea man I won't be gone long. Gro: What about the show?? Smo: We can start late, it won't be that big a deal. Chick: Smo, hurry I'm waiting! Smo: I better go man. I'd hate to keep her waiting. Gro: Yea I see bro before.... ah nevemind Smo and chick walk out of the studio. Gro: There goes that catastrophe waiting to happen... No more than two or three minutes later, the door is heard flying open, and a thud echoes through the studio. Smo: Hey! Wait! I didn't mean anything by it. Gro runs over to see what's going on. Smo appears beat up. His clothes are ripped, and his lip is bleeding. Smo lowers his head in shame. Gro: Uhhh, what happened. I know you said you wouldn't be gone long, but man that was quick. Smo: We walked down to my car, and I opened the car door for her, and some jerk comes up behind me and beats the snot out of me all the way back up to the studio. I knew there was a catch. Gro: Ooh ouch, uhm, dogg what did he look like..looks like I got buisness to handle. Smo: All I remember is a fist in my face. After that everything was blurry...and still is, actually. Gro: I may be nice and big on Christ / It doesn't mean I can't make your eyelid need ice. Smo: (Whispers) We're supposed to be the (cough) nice guys (cough) remember? Gro: Well, know what, for this show it's NO MORE MR. NICE GUY!!!! Smo gets up and walks back over to his rotating table. He sits down on it in shame and begins punching buttons on the remote. He accidentally hits the button for highest speed, and the table throws him off and sends him flying across the studio. Smo: AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! (Slams into the wall) Smo falls to the floor limp. Smo: (Faintly) Uggh. The table turned a little too fast that time. Gro: Yea, well, the tables so to speak are fixin to turn again little buddy. Gro stalks out of the studio. He sees the same chick with a guy just a little bit bigger than himself. Punk: Haha! I got the loser good. That's for all the Guys who are never gonna finish last. Gro: Hey Mr. Punk I got something for ya to contemplate. Gro throws and lands a massive right hook that surpisingly drops the big guy like a rock. Gro: That's for the losers...(starts to walk away) No no I'm not done. Walks over and begins to kick the guy and just really wails on him. Gro: I'm fed up with all the crap I put up with from you guys day in and day out. Realizing what he is doing he quickly stops, composes himself, and walks back into the studio and sits down. Gro: Lets start the show. Smo: Let's see. I got beat up, you beat someone up, and NGFL has pretty much been revealed. I don't think I can handle anymore. I need to go to sleep and dream about a good looking nurse or something. That's as close I get to good looking women... (thinks for a moment)...that's as close as I get to women, end of story. Gro: Yea, I agree. The screen fades to black |