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Part 13 Parody - by RolandTower |
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Trazir,
Nightfreeze, Hardhead, Thoggins, and an
unnamed Investor are floating in the dead of space.
Nightfreeze's ship is on fire. Investor is
targeting Hardhead, who is targeting Thoggins,
who is targeting Nightfreeze. Trazir floats
nearby.
Hardhead: Don't fucking shoot, Thoggins! I
fucking mean it!
Thoggins: The fuck not? He's a fucking scammer!
You fucking know it, too! He scammed you out of
80-fucking-million isk!
Hardhead: Damn it, he fucking did not! I fucking
know him, man! We've been through a lot together, and he's
always been there! Give him a fucking chance to explain
himself!
Trazir: Fuck guys, calm down! We gotta sort this
out reasonably, the fucking space police are on the way.
Thoggins: (to Trazir) Shut the fuck up. (turning
back to hardhead) No, no more fucking talking. He's going to
die right fucking now.
Hardhead: I don't want to kill you Thoggins, but
I fucking will if you don't stop this right now.
blips marked "space police" appear on radar.
Thoggins: Bullshit. You know you'd fucking die
too.
Trazir: Fucking calm down!
Hardhead: (to Trazir) Shut the fuck up. (turning
back to Thoggins) Fucking try me.
The action happens in a second. Nightfreeze suddenly
targets Investor and fires his remaining missiles.
Investor fires upon Hardhead. Hardhead
shoots Thoggins. Thoggins shoots Nightfreeze.
Investor and Thoggins are obliterated.
Nightfreeze's ship explodes, leaving him stranded in a
disabled lifepod. Hardhead sustains critical damage.
All is silent. Police sirens can be heard approaching.
Trazir: Oh, fuck this (Trazir salvages
jettisoned cargo, begins to warp away. Missile lock sirens are
heard, as well as the space police's strident commands that
Trazir halt. From off screen, we hear:) Don't shoot! I give
up! Don't shoot!
Hardhead:It's alright, Nightfreeze. It'll be
alright.
Nightfreeze:(crying) I...I'm a scammer.
Hardhead: Wha..what?
Nightfreeze:(crying) I am a scammer. I'm
a scammer, oh God I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I am a scammer.
Hardhead targets Nightfreeze. They both sit in the dead of
space, frozen in time. Suddenly, the Space Police burst into
range, Shouting for Hardhead to disarm his weapons. Hardhead
lets out a low moaning laugh as his lazers begin to charge. As
the camera pans away to the distant cosmos, we hear a single
lazer blast being fired. Fade to black.
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