The scene is set at that very same parking lot before, it appears to be behind a shut down building. Matthew is already there, and again, Christy and Marshall arrive in a truck. Marshall is observing a handful of cards, all with backs which resemble



Matthew sighs....

You're late.

Sorry, was going through the 40 packs of these I just bought.

40 fucking packs?!

Never tried 'em out before, thought it'd be cool too. Now, let's get down to business. What do you want here?

Well, let me put it like this. We're a.... team..... now.... We need cool, team stuff. And we need a name.

We could be the Lin

I swear to god Marshall you make some shitty nerd reference and I'll chop your dick off and feed it to you...

Marshall never completes his sentence....

Well, what COULD we be?

Hot Mess, MEN are talking. Don't you have some place to be.... You know... kitchen? Bedroom? Somewhere?

Marshall you CANNOT let him talk to him like that! Say something!

Marshall thinks. What would it be? His best friend, or possible success? He was trying to judge these two... and he simply couldn't figure it out. What would he choose? There will always be times for success, but this is his best friend who's been with him since... well... he was a complete nobody. But this... This could be Marshall's chance at winning NOW. This could be his one way ride up to being a somebody.


Sorry Christy.... But... Well.... can we talk? Me and Matthew, that is...

*Gasp* I cannot believe you Marshall! Ugh.



Christy glares at them, mainly Marshall, and then she gets in the car and crosses her arms, angrily.


I hope she's not mad...


Who gives a fuck if she is? She's not going to win you anything. She's not going to mean anything to you when you have your choice of bitches! They'll make her look like Rose Smith! Trust me, she won't do anything for you, but I will. We're going to be BIG Damnit! We're going to make it, and make it fucking soon! Trust me...Me and you.. we're gonna be... like a family.... Trust me...

Matthew gets a wicked grin on his face, and he looks over at Marshall


What do you say?

..... You know what... I'm in! We will be like a family! Looking out for each other and what not, and we'll make it to the top! Yeah!


The two just look at each other....

So... a team name?


We already found out. We're a family. We're THE FAMILY! We'll remain that way! For good! We'll make it to the damned top together!

Matthew has a grin, but it's more of a smile this time, and in his head he's imagining fame. Fucking bitches, lots of weed, and shitloads of gold. This was going to happen. He knew it was.


After some more talk, Marshall got into the truck...


I understand that you're mad at me, but.... I just... I don't know... I want to win....

...

Come on! I hate the silent treatment! Come on! I just wanted to do something good!

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Come on Christy! Say Something!

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Uhhh.... Wanna go home and play Yu-Gi-Oh with all those cards?

*sigh*Fine.