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| Case Study: Released Escape |
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*Screen and music fade in. We see Gro working out.
Gro: Great stress relief. *Gro is oblivious to the world around him. Now, it's just him and the weights he's working with. Gro: (Grunting as he speaks) Stupid...One....Losers....Two.....I'll show them. *Gro sets down the weights and moves to the punching bag. Gro: (In his best Ali voice) Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, can't miss me I'm Muhommad Fattie. *Gro starts punching the bag harder. Gro: And people wonder why I always take care of the fighting on the show. Fat? I'll show you fat.... bet you've never seen a fat man with footwork like this before. *Starts dancing back and forth like a real boxer bobbing and weaving. Gro: First I'll mesmerize them with my moving then (Suddenly swings) One...two (In a mocking voice) "fatty wins again". *Screen blurs and we hear Gro's thoughts. Thoughts: You'll never amount to anything, you're to weak to play, you're to fat to succeed, you'll never get anywhere looking like that, of course you haven't had a date look at you slob. *Screen comes back into focus* Gro: Fine I'll show you. *Gro starts laying into the bag totally ignoring the surrounding crowd as he screams at the bag as he's beating it. Gro: This is for telling me I'm too fat, this for telling me I won't make it. Who are you to tell me anything?! *Gro ends his flurry with a spinning back heel kick which hits the bag with a deafening thud. The crowd just stares. Gro: Great! Just what I needed, a group witnessing me fall apart and talk to an inanimate object. *Gro heads into the shower and the camera stays outside. Gro peeks his head out of the door. Gro: Might as well go back to the studio I'll be awhile. *Screen fades to the studio. The studio is empty. The stage is setup with a microphone, an amp, and Smo is holding his guitar. One light shines down on the stage, illuminating a small circle around the mic. Smo: Woooo!!! Da da da da boom!!! Woooo!!! Rock on!!! *Smo walks up to the microphone. He turns up the volume knob on his guitar and plays a roaring, squeeling chord. Smo: Helllllllloooooooo Cleeeeeeeeeeeeveelllllaaaannndddddd!!!!!!! *Smo begins playing. The windows are shaking, his hearing is going bad, but he doesn't stop. Smo: Wooooo!!! Wooooo!!!! *Smo suddenly stops. Crickets are heard chirping, then he starts playing a slow, mellow tune. Smo: La la la la la. *Smo breaks into a squeeling solo. All the windows in the studio shatter, the amp explodes, and Smo's hair is standing straight up. Smo: Whoa! Heh, heh, cool. *Smo turns around and sees his amp is blown. He walks offstage and comes back with an acoustic. He begins playing a slow, mellow tune. Smo: Hummmmmmm, hummmmmm, mmmmmmm, hummmmmmm, la la la la. *The screen fades to black and an announcer comes in. Announcer: Will the windows in the studio ever get fixed? Will Smo ever doing anything about his hair? Will Gro ever come out of the shower? Will nice guys ever finish first? Will macaroni ever be without the cheese? Will we ever have PB&J without the J or without the B or even without the P? Will we ever figure out who our president is? Will the women ever come back to the NGFL studio? Will Smo and Gro ever run out of chocolate? All these questions and more will be answered in later Case Studies. Until then, this is Sumomansitonhotcrockpotwhilecookingroastandhotdogsbeforebedtimeinchina signing off. |