Thread:TheMaximumMatt/@comment-30953185-20180719180808/@comment-32807753-20180729035658

(Then cut to Flip’s Food and Fuel. Flip is at the cash register, until...)

Wretched: (slams the door open) Hey there, Flip!

Flip: (to Wretched; startled and confused) Hey, do I know you?

Wretched: (menacingly) I’m just the repairman. I came to fix this place.

Flip: (ecstatic) Oh great! Why don’t you start with the machines.

Wretched: (menacingly) Don't mind if I do!

(He then rigs all the machines to malfunction, and then he goes to the bathroom where he jams the toilets, causing them to overflow. He’s about to leave, until Flip stops them.)

Flip: (shocked) Hey, you didn’t fix anything, you just broke more stuff!

Wretched: (sarcastically) Well, why don’t you fix all of this yourself, you big cheapskate! (leaves)

Flip: (to Wretched) You’re fired! (becomes desperate) I gotta find a new repairman.



Luan: Police! Police!

(Then cut to Wretched knocking on Mr. Grouse’s door. He opens it.)

Mr. Grouse: Wait, what?!

Mr Grouse: (irritated) Who’s there?! (notices Wretched) Oh, it’s only you, Lincoln. What do you want?

Wretched: (aggravated) First of all, my name is Wretched! (calms down a bit) And second, I came to give you some of my dad’s lasagna.

Mr Grouse: (excited) Oh, goody! Well, don’t just stand there. Give it to me!

Wretched: (smiles menacingly) If you say so.

(Wretched takes out the tray of lasagna and then…)

SLAM!

(He slams the tray of Lasagna into Mr. Grouse’s face.)

Wretched: (smirking) Don’t worry, you old bag! You can keep it, and there’s plenty more where that came from! (laughs; turns to the viewers) This is only the beginning, and you’re next.

(He starts laughing evilly as he approaches the camera while the screen fades to black.)

Mr. Grouse: That's not funny! [takes the screen that their reading from and throws it across the room]

Everyone: Dude!

Mr. Grouse: I did you all a favor. You're welcome.

[beat]

SEVERAL HOURS LATER

Lisa: Okay. I got the screen fixed. Now, please don't throw it.

Mr. Grouse: Why I oughta- !

Lynn Sr.: Touch the screen again, and you're out.

''[Mr. Grouse grumbles and reluctantly sits down]''