Other Character Email Jaro/lunch

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Summery

Jaro talks about why Grundy can't be good in public, and trouble starts again.

Cast: Jaro, Grundy, Chorch, Green Beard, Greggo, Poorbts, Frotzer, 2

Lines: 192

Transcript

{You know the drill.}

Subject:Lunch...

Dear Jaro,
Have/Has you/Chorch ever brought Grundy out for lunch?
If so, how did it go? Any collapsed buildings?
Any broken windows? Any maiming? Please answer with elaboration!
Please answer with elaboration!
Shimmed...

{Jaro doesn't read the repeated "Please answer" line, and says the named as "Ditto Shimmed".}

JARO: {typing} Don't go all emo on me, Shimmy. Elipses are the universal sign of despair. You should replace that with maybe a Kirby, or a Butt Cheek Emoticon. Then no bodies would get the wrong idea. {clears screen and resumes typing} Now, we usually try to avoid anything that involves leaving the sanctity of the hovel we call home. That's why I have to wear several trench coats when I go out to buy things so the paparazi doesn't invade on me. But sometimes it's unavoidable, and I have to bring Grundy along.

{Cut to Jaro and Grundy in front of a building.}

JARO: Remember, no killing and destroying.

GRUNDY: Right!

{Cut to later in the day. The building is destroyed and the place is on fire.}

JARO: Darn it, Grundy.

{Cut to another scene with Jaro and Grundy.}

JARO: We all make mistakes, so I'm sure the other day was a learning experience for you.

GRUNDY: Of course.

{Cut to more destruction.}

GRUNDY: I learned how to destroy without leaving finger prints.

JARO: We're trying not to destroy.

{Cut to another side of town.}

JARO: Maybe I have a faulty sense of pattern recognition, but I believe you now have self control.

{Fade to destruction. Jaro looks dissapointed.}

GRUNDY: I got nothing.

{And again...}

JARO: Alright, I'm just going to the post office to buy a stamp--

{The entire city turns to rubble instantly.}

JARO: I'm getting the feeling you aren't even trying anymore.

GRUNDY: It's a disease.

{Cut back to the computer}

JARO: {typing} The wierd thing is that Grundy never seems to remember doing it when we come home.

CHORCH: I'd assume it was because of some sort of culture shock.

JARO: Either way, we just can't take Grundy to town any more.

{Fade to a large prison on a small island. The words "Weeks Earlier..." appear, and disappear after a few moments.}

{It cuts into one of the cells, where a shadowy figure sits on a bench.}

FIGURE: They thought they had destroyed all my technology... they think they confiscated it all... But they didn't get one thing.. {the figure reaches into his mouth and pulls out a small device. He whistles into it and then puts it back in his throat} It may only be temporary, but at least Grundy will cause some destruction...

{Cut to a small desert island. The camera pans down through a bushel of trees to show a crater, full of pieces of broken machienery. Soon, a huge explosion fills the screen, and when it clears, a small hole appears in the center of the crater. A small microchip flies out and lands in the sand. Soon, the pieces of metal and wiring begin to crawl towards the chip.}

{The pieces mold together in a creepy way, taking on the form of a misshapen Greggo. It's eyes light up and it begins to stir.}

GREGGO: Data log entry 463: All is going according to plan. Everyone is in blissful ignorance and even NachoMan does not know what is going on. As long as I have a small dimension bubble I created around me, I shall be completely undetectable. {begins walking} The minions are creating the machine as I am saying this, and and 2 will be contacted ASAP. If everything goes according to plan, I should be able to kill him once his job is done. I am unsure if I should contact my old oprative at the moment, but his software could be useful.

{Fade to some underground mine. A few Poorbts are hard at work on a large, unfinished machine. Greggo walks up.}

GREGGO: Status report!

POORBT: The machine is going smoothly. If all goes according to schedual, we should have it finished within a week or two.

GREGGO: Good, then I have all the time in the world to work out any nonexsistant bugs in my plan.

POORBT: With all do respect sir, isn't it a bit vain to always be so full of yo--

{A small laser shoots the Poorbt, leaving two smoldering legs in its place. Pan out to a stunned crowd around it and Greggo.}

GREGGO: My patience is not one to be messed around with. Now, we will all get back to work now, or some of you will bear a striking resemblence to Chuck over here.

'{The Poorbts worriedly return to work. A small Frotzer flies up to Greggo.}

FROTZER: Excuse me sir.

GREGGO: {sigh} Yes, Frotzer Assistant #3?

FROTZER: As one of your cheif advisors it is my duty to inform you that some of the workers are a bit... well.. not working to their full potential..

GREGGO: WHAT?!

FROTZER: Hey, hey! Don't shoot the messenger! I'm just saying we all feel a bit frightened by your constant anger. The workers can't do their best if their in constant fear of death!

GREGGO: I motivate them with the worlds greatest source of emotion: Death and despair.

FROTZER: But wouldn't it be better to let them be happy? They all despratley want to leave!

GREGGO: STOP!

{Immediatley, all workers cease construction.}

GREGGO: Does anyone here want to stop working?

{silence}

GREGGO: Because if anyone wants to stop, by all means, LEAVE.

{No response.}

GREGGO: Okay. Resume.

{The workers continue.}

GREGGO: Death and despair, my friend. Now, if you excuse me, I have a phone call to make. {walks off}

{Cut to a dank office, with a dim light shining over a desk with a computer and an old phone. Greggo dials a number and a picture appears on screen.}

DEEP VOICE: {distorted} Hello?

GREGGO: 2! It's Greggo.

2: I was wondering when you'd call.

GREGGO: If I'm correct, I'm calling about 3 minutes after you came back, am I correct?

2: I guess.

GREGGO: 2, why would you lie to me?

2: Look, let's not go into another stupid philisophical crapversation. I already got rid of the old man.

GREGGO: I assume you've sent him into about three hundered thousand years in the future?

2: It's like you know me.

GREGGO: It's already happened. When do you plan getting rid of the others?

2: Just as soon as you're ready to give me the money.

GREGGO: You'll get it after you've done your job.

2: Hey, why don't you--

GREGGO: {hangs up}

'{Cut to a stone room. A dark hand hangs up a phone. The camera pans up revealing The Poopsmith.}

POOPSMITH: Jerk.

'{Cut to the Lappit. It reads the words "Click here to email Jaro."}

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