INT. General Discussions. Day.
We open up to see a long line in front of a small booth. Above the stand is a sign that reads:
Sign: HLP Military- Recruiting
We cut to the back of the line, and pan across it. All the regulars from the original movie are there. Near the back of the line, Gortef and an0n are dressed out in black outfits, practicing their karate.
Gortef: (Mouth is out-of-synch) Sooooo…you dare to challenge me?
His mouth keeps moving for about ten seconds after he is finished talking.
an0n: (Also out of synch) If you want to fight….Fight me!
After an0n’s mouth quits jiggling, they begin to have at it. We ignore them and pan farther down the line, until we finally come to the booth at the head of it. A beautiful babe is taking requests to join the newly-formed army. We cut to another section of the room, where numerous forum members are hanging out and drinking beer on some large, red couches. Among the group are Knight Templar and Ten of Twelve Knight is clearly quite drunk.
Knight: Weeeeelllllll, ah’ll tell ya! Dese re-crutin’ folks are (hiccups) tryin’ to take o’er the forum! I faght in the first ferum war, and it was a (hiccups again)…a…a much mer t-erustworthy type!
Ten: I think you’ve had quite enough to drink, Knight. Why don’t we just a’ mosy on over to the bathroom….
Knight: Oh-ho! Yu’re wit dem, aint ya?! Well, ahm onto ya! You won’t—
His tirade against Ten is suddenly cut short by a sudden convulsion of spasms. His head rears upward, and then down again in a torrent of puke. We cut to a behind-the-sholder view of Ten. He turns around towards us.
Ten: Hey…hey! Cleanup on ail floor! Carl! Hey! Carl, we need a cleanup crew over here!
A side panel opens, and we rotate the camera over to the sound. Out steps Carl in full made costume, complete with an apron dangling around his neck. He walks up to the mess, gives Knight a look that would floor death itself, and extends his laser arm. Taking careful aim, he zaps the spot on the floor, completely vaporizing the puke. He then pulls out some disinfectant spray, and daintily finishes the job.
Ten: Thanks, man. It was starting to smell really nasty.
Carl gives him another one of his looks, and as he’s walking away, fires off another bolt of his laser at him, hitting and vaporizing the seat right next to him.
Ten: YEEOOOOOWWW!!! Hey! Watch it!
We hear what seams to be a chuckle come from Carl, and we fade to:
EDIT: WOW! That was short! It was over a page in word, but it's only this much in the forum?!