King Snarf walks away from the boiler room door (which has a sheet of paper with "Dark Lords" scrawled on it in black Sharpie). He is wearing the standard Sherlock Holmes costume, complete with magnifying glass and pipe. King Snarf pauses in the middle of the hallway, puffs on the pipe, watches the bubbles he just blew rise to the ceiling, and says to no one in particular:

KS: Ah-HAH!!! The game is afoot! The door is ajar! And I know who has absconded with the Bastardo Family's beloved leader!!!

He heads off with a cameraman following him. As he runs, King Snarf leans forward, as if studying the floor through his magnifying glass. Suddenly he stops in from of the locker room of TK-069, Wednesday, and the Divas - Stareena and ButterRican. He knocks on the door.

KS: Come out, you rapscallians! Come out and face justice! We know that it was you - TK-069 and Wednesday - who stole the Bastardo Falcon!

A noise - perhaps a cry for help? - answers King Snarf!

KS: Don't try to scare me with empty threats of torture! I know you're in there, fellows, and, if you won't come out and own up to your foolish shenanigans, I shall be forced to come in!

King Snarf opens the locker room door and is hit with a wall of steam. He covers his mouth with his hand while keeping his pipe between his teeth and enters.

KS: You won't cover your escape tracks with poison gas...

There are noises coming from the shower area.

KS: ...or, uh, even shower steam!

King Snarf slowly approaches the showers.

KS: You see, gentlemen, finding the culprits was elementary! I knew that TK-069 could only un-retire after I retired him for one reason! And what is that reason, you might ask?

A moan comes from within the shower area.

KS: That's right! To seek vengeance upon the man who retired him! ME! And how would he do that? By stealing the one thing that matters to me the most...after my Highlights collection...and my pictures of Lindsay Lohan...and, uh, my Angel DVDs...and my title belt! TK-069 came back to steal my manager, Doctor Louie Bastardo Watson!!!

Two females giggle from within.

KS: I hear you weeping, men! The guilt got the best of you, it seems! Well now it is time to face your guilt, as you face your accuser! Have at you!!!

King Snarf steps forward so that the shower area is in his clear view. His eyes bulge out of his head and his jaw goes slack as he stares at the activities within. After a few moments, Wednesday and TK-069 leave the showers. The giggling continues within. TK notices King Snarf standing there.

TK: Hey, Champ! How's it hangin'? Straight up, right?

TK and Wednesday laugh. No answer from King Snarf.

TK: We heard about what happened to Louie...damn shame. Not that we liked him, but that's a low-down, sneaky thing to do!

King Snarf's jaw is slack. He's starting to drool.

TK: Wish me 'n' Wednesday could help you, but we've been in here all evening, helping the Divas relax. I'm sure you'll want to ask if they saw anything...they're in there. (points to showers) Y'know how it is, helpin' each other unwind. Workin' on their moves, if ya know whut I mean an' I think ya do! Well, good talking to ya.

TK-069 and Wednesday walk away. The giggling continues, then there are sounds of two women "Ooooh"ing and "Aaaah"ing.

Stareena: Hey, Snarf-baby? Could you help wash our backs?

ButterRican: Yeah...we're SO dirty!!!

King Snarf stares a moment longer, then turns and walks away. His face is locked in a look of someone who has seen something so wondrous that they're still trying to fathom it.


Uschi said:
I won't rape you, I'll just fuck you 'till it hurts and then not stop and you'll cry.

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