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King Snarf said:
Backstage, a bleeding and furious King Snarf is on a tear. He's knocking over equipmet, yelling, until he sees his destination- Nowhereman's office. He kicks open the door and slams his fists down upon the desk.

KS: What. do. you. KNOW??

NM: What are you nattering on about?

KS: When Joe ran me down, he was a full-fledged member of the RwO. Now, why oh why can't I help but think that YOU had a hand in that?

NM: Look, I bloody well hate you, but I'm not one for hit and runs.

*King Snarf still looks angry, but then he suddenly breaks into a broad smile.*

NM: What?

KS: You know you're screwed either way, right?

NM: What do you mean?

KS: Well, if you're lying to me, I'll kill you. And if you're telling the truth, then one might wonder if you're the next to kiss a fender.

NM: I still don't see what you're getting at.

KS: Well, Joe Mama got so worked up over me that he tried to run me down with a car, and in the process, nearly took out TK-069 to boot. And all I did was not have a match with him. You, on the other hand, betrayed him, humiliated him, and had you cronies beat the crap out of him. God knows what he'll do to you. *Nowhereman suddenly goes pale and does the Vince McMahon gulp of fear* And on that happy note, I'll see you in the ring! *King Snarf smiles, gives Nowhereman a pat on the shoulder, and leaves the co-GM looking somewhat pale and anxious.*

Madman Marcum: Good Lord! Our beloved co-General Manager is going to have to defend his title against two raving psychotics! It's not fair.

Mike "The Mouth" Monroe: My God! King Snarf promised mayhem tonight, and we're damn sure seeing it!

Madman Marcum


Something tells me Captain Howdy will be defending that belt!

If you're in trouble, he will save the day
He's brave and he's fearless, come what may
Without him, the mission would go astray
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
Without him, life would be much grimmer
He's handsome, trim, and no one's slimmer
He will never need a Zimmer
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer
More reliable than a garden Strimmer
He's never been mistaken for Yul Brynner.
He's not bald and his head doesn't glimmer
Master of the wit and the repartee
His command of space directives is uncanny
How come he's such a genius? Don't ask me
Ask Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer