Pan to the left alittle bit. It's gotta be to the left because Jon is John's right hand man; not the other way around, see?

"Aw, why so glum, Jon?"

"Aw, nuthin' just this crappy debut that no one saw slash cares about whatsoever."

"Well thats total bullshit don'tchu think? I mean, I care. And I saw. So yeah, cheer up because atleast you can look under my promo and see some cool fire effects and shit."

Jon rubs his chin.

"Yeah, you pyro little bitch, we all know that rubbing your chin is the internation sign of wanting to wax your own candle."

"Fire is sexy. It dances around all seductive like, but whenever I put my penis in it, it hurts. It hurts real bad, Johnny."

"That's because it's just too hot for you, grasshopper. But now, that we're back together in the land of which we were severely and without remorse buried by WallStreet, we can continue our ninja training, and update our skillz dat killz. Infact, I found us a new trainer, a sensei of the highest calibur, and one that (usually) shows up moreso than our last one, Damien Collins."

"Who's that?"

"Well, let him introduce himself to you... well erm, himself!"

TBC

It's not everyday that your brand-new sensei orders you to go out and get laid. If school as like this Fame probably would have graduated.

"Guys, we can sit here all day and talk about getting laid- but then it'd be just like our sophmore year in school. And I think I'm not the only one here who got no play in school. I think I got a plan."

"Whoa, I make the plans around here, the chain of command isn't a loop!" JL interjects. "This is my dreamboat, buttercups, so let's all listen to me."

"Alright then, Captain Chaos, what's your plan?"

Everyone looks intently at JL.

"Uh... my plan is to hear some ideas, first of all. John you go first."

"... which one, there's three of us."

"Then one with an H!"

"That narrows it down to two-"

"The one with the blue font then."

"I had blue font until this promo," says Tougher.

"Well play. I say we split up. A group of guys, that spells gay to most chicks, and we want to bang them, not go shopping with them."

Everyone nods in agreement, as this is the first time this has dawned on them. Jon raises his hand.

"What if it's to go shopping at the adult store?"

"You mean with the books without pictures? Why even bother it's like watching TV without a DVR." Tougher asks.

"No, the one that sells strap ons!"

JL interjects, "if you find a girl and you go shopping with her to get dildoes, then I think you're in the middle of a serious dysfunction. I only did that once and I only let her by it because it vibrated."

"I'd vibrate too if I sat on a broken washer."

"OKAY! Let's focus guys. We each scope out a different chick. And I think I'm gonna try to get Serenity. She seems the easiest, plus the one with the fakest tits."

"Whoa, wait, how can one set of tits be faker than another set of fake tits? Wouldn't they be just plain fake? I mean is there a percentage thing I don't know about?"

"There's alot about girls you don't know about yet, Jon."

"I KNOW MANY MUCH ABOUT CHICKS THANK YOU VERY MUCH INFACT I EVEN BAGGED Serenity. I'm desperate but not desperate enough to go after my own sloppy seconds. I'monly midcard so if I'm getting seconds it's going to be from a main eventer. Maybe they'll rub off on me."

Johnny, Jon, and Chris just look at him. Incredolous.

"First of all I was talking to the Jon with the greent font. Second of all, dude. EW."

Fame's skin crawls.

"Even with that horrible visual I am still staking claim on Serenity. I have a thing for chicks that look like Trish."

To be continued.