| I would like to officially welcome you to the following boring scene:
The neighborhood friendly Motor-Mouth in the Marcus of Johnson is chillen with W2K's own Shot of the South, Christian Michaels on top of the roof of a grungy-looking almost-shack-but-is-actually-a-house in the outskirts of San Antonio, Texas. They're both sitting on lawn chairs, Marcus with a Fanta, CM with a Dr. Pepper. They both have sun glasses, no shirt, and boxer shorts. CM's have Spider Man all over them, while Marcus's has Snoopy... CM- ...
Mark- ... It's a sunny day. Not many clouds at all. CM- ...
Mark- ... CM takes a sip of his Dr. Pepper... CM- ...
Mark- ...
CM- ...Your boxers are creepin' me out.
Mark- ... Marcus takes a sip of his Fanta... Mark- ...I like Snoopy.
CM- ...I do too, but that's wierd. Marcus slowly turns his head to look at the Spiderman obsessed hooligan, then slowly turns his head back to the way it was. They both take a sip of their respective drinks... CM- I like Dr. Pepper.
Mark- I like girls. CM slowly turns his head to look at the Mojo of Jojo, then slowly turns his head back to the way it was... Mark- ...Fag.
CM- Screw you. I'm half lady's man, half heart-throb.
Mark- So basically what you're telling me... is chicks dig you. CM takes a sip of his Dr. Pepper... CM- You could say that. 
Mark- Doesn't mean you dig chicks, Fag.
CM- *Angry* Marcus takes a sip of his Fanta... Mark- I'm bored.
CM- You suck. Marcus's cell phone goes off and he casually answers it... Mark- CM's a fag.
CM- I'm straight as an arrow, your mom can vouche for me.
Other-Side-of-the-Line-  Never gonna GIVE. YOU. UP! Never gonna LET. YOU. DOOWwwn... Marcus slowly removes the cell from his ear and hangs up... Mark- ...
CM- ...
Mark- That song's growing on me. CM slowly turns his head to look at him, then slowly turns his head back to the way it was. A young woman, who is walking with a purpose to whever she has to go, walks by. She notices the two of them on the roof and slows down to look at them. She decides to accept what she beheld and kept walking. CM looks down at himself... CM- Should we put clothes on?
Mark- Nah.
CM- She was either staring at my boxers or my rock-hard abs anyway...
Mark- ... CM's cell phone starts ringing. He has Rick Roll as his ring tone. CM casually goes to answer it while Marcus Johnson looks at him with a complete poker face... CM- He-lo? With what?.. Uh huh... Okay... Yep. Bye. CM hangs up his cell and Marcus slowly turns his head back to the way it was... CM- ...
Mark- ...Who was that?
CM- I don't know. Marcus nods. Marcus's cell phone goes off again... Mark- Hello?
CM- Hey! What'cha doin? Marcus lowers the phone and looks over at CM who's on his cell phone as well. Marcus raises the phone to his ear again... Mark- Nothin.
CM- Cool...
Mark- You?
CM- Nothin.
Mark- Cool... After a sustained silence, CM takes a sip of his Dr. Pepper... Mark- Well I'm gonna go now.
CM- Alright, man. Peace.
Mark- See ya, dude. They both hang up... CM- ...
Mark- ... Marcus takes a sip of his Fanta... tbc? | 
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