Okay... so what is there to really say? Yeah, I know, I know. W2K 4Lyfe and all that bullshit, but seriously, the only job I'm good at is narrating, and I can't narrate in a car wash- well, I could, but not for the amount of money I make from these suckers. Suckers.

And what about Neddy? Now, I know, backstage alot of you think you KNEW he'd be back from retirment, that he couldn't stay away. Well, let me get facts straight right now. He couldn't be sadder than he is right now, being back, off retirment from some nice beach with big tits and a nice, tight little ass. Oh no, he couldn't stay there, Meltdown had to go and fuck up and not promo, and so he was begged to make a return. On top of all that, he's drugged.

He's not happy.

Neddy GT: "I couldn't be happier, Bink."

What???

Bink: "Is that so?"

Neddy GT: "Yeah, I guess I'm happy. But that's probably the drugs talking."

See? Told ya, he doesn't want to be here.

Neddy GT: "I was really enjoying my week and a half of retirment, though. I have a couple regrets, regrets I hope to fix one day. First off: David Johnson. I can't believe that once-pupil of mine has ascended the ladder so fast and has become the W2K Champion. It makes me almost want to never be W2K Champion ever again. We'd have to burn that belt, and make a new one because he's got some virus that makes him EVIL. EVIL, Bink. He was good, then he became EVIL, so everything he touches becomes EVIL, too, so now my beautiful W2K Title belt is EVIL, almost as EVIL as he, and so now I can't touch it, or I too will become EVIL, and I'm no where near EVIL."

Bink: "I have no clue what you just said. But I feel ya, man. I really feel ya."

We open up in a restraunt in Green Bay, on the bay. Beautiful setting. Oceans and crap, blue waters, blue skies, and even a sun. For perfect scenery, you need a sun, because without a sun, things just aren't happy, unless you're a vampire, of course, then the sun is optional, and usually opted for not there.

Neddy sits at a small round table,s ipping on a Sunkist Orange Soda.

Neddy GT: "My doctor says I drank too much Mug Root Beer."

Well, thank you for the explaination. But, anyway, Bink is across from him, dowining on his half, a Pina Colada.

Neddy GT: "A not so wise man once said Wednesdays suck. I beg to differ. I think Wednesdays rule, except the spelling. I'm not calling it Wednesday anymore, it's too hard to spell over and over, so from now on, Wednesday is forever known to me as Hump Day. Wednesday is dead to me. I'm starting fresh with a whole new name. I feel free and fresh. This deoderant really does work, Bink."

Bink: "Wasn't that Supernova's latest promo? On RAGE?"

Neddy GT: "How would I know? RAGE is dead to me now. I got canned like a damned sardine, and I don't appreciate it much, let me tell ya. Hey, this new font and layout looks like it's DX. SUCK IT!"

Neddy does the DX chop.

Bink: "Font? Layout? You really need off those meds, Nic."

Neddy GT: "Nevermind, Bink. It's waaaaaay over your puny mind. That's why you're an agent, because agents are stupid."

Bink: "Gee, thanks."

Neddy GT: "Did I ever tell you thank you for what you did at Fade 2 Black?"

Bink: "No..."

Bink waits for his big thank you and respect from Neddy.... and Neddy's eyes soften, and he gets really quiet, and stares off into space. This is going to be a touching moment, as Bink leans in to hear every delectible word. Delectable. Like I said, I lost the spelling bee. But hey, Bink needs appreciation just like anyone else.

Neddy GT: "Man, my car got all fucked up."

Bink's jaw drops. But, he relaxes. It's just Neddy's way.

Neddy GT: "I'm thinking of buying another Trans Am... but those always get hit by some jalope piece of crap. An EVIL Jalope, Bink."

Bink rolls his eyes.

Neddy GT: "This whole world is filled with EVIL. Why, look at Powertrip. This poor sap is so EVIL, he can't even keep his family together. I kinda hope he gets a divorce from Widow, I'd hate to be the one to break up the marraige. And then I'd get Blondie back... and then, La'Min too, and I'll just have one huge EVIL orgy all week long, and be only halfway done on Hump Day. Hey, that's kinda funny now... Hump Day, and I'd be humping."

Bink: "Uh... what makes you think any of the three even want you?"

SMACK!

Neddy GT: "Bink, are you totally fucking nuts? I'm the damned xXxpress. You can't just have one ride with me and expect to be able to go on about life as if it's never been changed. Once you've had the speical package, you're addicted, like you're on crack or something. You gotta get your fix of Nic's man butter, it's just a law of the universe. Every woman on this planet wants a shot to the face from me, it's jsut a fact, I even saw it on the Discovery Channel, and I'll tape the re reun for you. I bet it's in the Bible, too."

Bink: "Leave the Bible out of this!"

Neddy GT: "Pffft... I would if it'll leave me out. But they keep talking about a savior and all that crap. I wish they'd leave me alone. I get enough fan fare, without being the man to save all mankind. Besides, I'm busy enough trying to save Meltdown from being flushed downt he toilet like someone's bad Taco Bell."

Bink: "Okay, I'm not hungry anymore."

Neddy GT: "Good! Let's go mingle with the natives on Meltdown. Maybe that Phoenix guy has fixed his speech impediment."

Happily, they both skip down the street, blah blah. Yeah, notice the new banner? Short, spikey hair. Green, like Meltdown. Even the font. Hehehe. Suckers. Screw RAGE.

Kthxbye, biatches. This whole RP was just an excuse to use the new banner. You're so stupid, you actually read it, hoping for some insight into life and the world. Well, here's some insight for ya all... *middle finger*.