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Post by Steve Catt on May 2, 2007 10:20:58 GMT -5
:::Fade in to Steve Carr and Merc sitting around a table drinking: Steve from a can of beer and Merc from a bottle of Vault ("Get to it!").:::
Steve: You haven't said anything in a while.
Merc: You haven't asked me to.
Steve: You're a hired gun, not a robot. Quit moping.
:::Merc takes a sip from his drink and puts it down. Silence.:::
Steve: Look, I understand you're upset, but think about it. You have no reason to be. We didn't cheat, they did. You couldn't help that it was five-on-two.
Merc: You had the match changed.
Steve: Well, yes, yes I did. But if I hadn't, do you think things would have been any different? Creeping Death still would have used those damn thumbtacks, and look what ended up happening: we wore out Jack of Blades and he lost the World Title. We don't have it, but it's better for Skyler Striker to have it, isn't it? That makes things a whole lot easier. We did something distasteful in the short term to greatly shorten this conflict.
Merc: Yeah, I guess. No one ever benefits from a prolonged war...
Steve: Yeah, sure.
Merc: Does it really help, though? I don't really see how.
Steve: Blades is out of the picture. He's not just without the belt, now, he's gone. That's one less thing to worry about, and it means we can now focus on other things.
Merc: You mean...?
Steve: Yes. It's time for the next phase. We can finish this before Timebomb.
Merc: Wow, well what are we sitting around here for then?
Steve: That's the spirit!
:::They both stand up and Merc walks away. Steve faces the camera.:::
Steve: To be continued!
:::He walks out of the picture. Fade out.:::
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