<Captain Sammitch walks into the SDC locker room to find PenWing preparing for their match.>
PW: Sammitch! Good to see you, man! Boy, you really missed out on a great Thanksgiving dinner.
CS: Ha. That's pretty funny.
PW: Not really. If you ask me, the whole thing sucks. I mean, you had to share a holding cell with Big Fat Elvis. That could
not have been a good thing.
CS: Well, he
didn't attempt any homosexual advances on me, so I didn't have to beat the guy up or nothin', but the guy
talked me to death the whole damn time - and he was surprisingly open, not to mention
knowledgeable, about Johnny Evil and Ariel's personal "rituals"...
<PenWing's jaw drops.>
PW: You're joking!
CS: I wish I were.
Imperial stormtrooper codpieces, feather-dusters, and live hamsters just shouldn't be put to use with a common purpose in mind.
Ever.
PW: 
I think I've heard enough.
CS: That's what
I said, but do you think it mattered to him? And that was just one of the billion or so things the dude was yammering about. Between his incessant rambling and his incessant flatulence, I'm amazed I didn't hang myself. Plus, I overheard Killconey and Chewy playing D&D down the cell block and I
really wanted to join in, but they couldn't hear me...
Don't tell anyone.
PW: Damn, man. Raw deal.
CS: Meh... I had it better than Oakley - he had the dubious privilege of sharing a cell with Llance.
PW: Oakley?
Llance? I'm really not sure who to feel sorry for first!
Good thing I bugged out before they noticed me.
CS: Um...just what
were you doing during that brawl?
PW: I'm not at liberty to say.
CS: 
Come again?
PW: First Amongst Daves sat down with everyone not taken into custody and told us that under no circumstances are we to discuss our actions that night.
CS: That's not what I meant. He gave us the same speech in jail. I was talking about your actions in the ring.
PW: Oh, that.
Let's not get ahead of ourselves right now. First things first... We've got a match tonight against the Bastardo Family.
CS: Yeah, about that... Chewy was planning on having a few
words with Balls Nasty about the whole
team thing...
PW: But?
CS: But... nobody's been able to find him.
PW: This is going to be an interesting match.
CS: Aren't they all?
PW: I dunno, man. Whaddya think? Are we in good shape for this match?
CS: If you're asking whether we have the ability to defeat the Bastardos in a straight-up fight, certainly. But I'm just not sure what to expect out of
this fight.
PW: What are you gonna
do, then?
CS: Same thing I
always do, dude. Make my moves, beat
their moves, and keep an eye out for anything suspicious. We better not let Louie out of our sight... or Balls Nasty, either.
<The camera fades out of the locker room.>
