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(Jock is at the old Satanist church getting ready for the pizza eating contest. A Satan worshipper with tattoos of burning babies is explaining the rules.)
Satan Fan: ...and if you spit any of the pizza out, Satan will judge that you have failed in your duties and you will be disqualified.
Jock: Hey, this isn't my first pizza eating contest, okay! Actually...it is. But I've seen pizza eating contests on tv, okay! Actually...I haven't. But still!
Satan Fan: Just obey the rules or face death.
Jock: Okay! Hey, how come you devil worshippers are putting on a pizza eating contest with a ten million dollar prize anyway?
Satan Fan: It's certainly NOT because we've made millions from illegal activity such as bank robberies and burning down zoos and we need to get rid of some of the money before the police trace it to us. OKAY?
Jock: Okay! Gosh! Rude!
Satan Fan: HAIL SATAN.
(He punches Jack in the neck and walks away.)
Jock: Oww, my neck! If it swells it'll be harder to eat pizza, probably!
(Lucy, DJ and Uncle Mac come running in. Lucy is holding Whiskerton in a cat basket.)
Lucy: Jock I've got something I need to tell you! If you win the contest, that is.
DJ: And I've got something I need to tell you too! If you win the contest, that is.
Uncle Mac: And I need to tell you that The Champ has become a serial killer for real and could arrive here at any moment to kill us all! If you win the contest, that is! No, wait. He'll kill us regardless. Better pray to God!
(A pretty female Satan fan is walking by.)
Female Satan Fan: Hey, it's Satan we pray to around here!
DJ: Hey, baby, how about you pray to me to spin some SWEET TUNES for you?
Female Satan Fan: The only music I like is DEATH METAL and Coldplay, okay!
DJ: I can dig it. Come to one of my gigs, you feel me?
(He hands her a flyer to one of his gigs.)
Female Satan Fan: Maybe...if we're not sacrificing any virgins that night.
Whiskerton(looking worried): Miaow!
Lucy: Don't worry, Whiskerton, we'll get you laid before then!
Jock: Hey, wait a minue, how can you be putting on a gig if you're still working at Cat Cleaners?
DJ: Uhh...
Jock: Are you...are you leaving me, DJ? Is that the thing you wanted to tell me? Our bromance is...over?
(Studio audience: awwwwww.)
DJ: Uhh...
(A wedding ring falls out of Lucy's pocket.)
Lucy: Drat!
Jock: Is that...is that a wedding ring? Are you...are you going to propose to me, Lucy? Is that the thing you wanted to tell me? Is my single life...over?
(The contest is about to begin.)
Satan Fan: PLACE EVERYONE!
Jock: How can I win the contest now with so much on my mind! DJ is leaving and I'm getting married! Both those things are horrible!
Uncle Mac: You have to win! Maybe we can use the money to buy a hitman to kill The Champ before he murders us. Now get up there and eat some pizza, you moook!
(Jock goes to take his place at the pizza eating table as DJ and Lucy look down at their feet with guilt. SUDDENLY the door to the church flies open.)
Uncle Mac: Too late, it's The Champ, save yourselves!
(He shoves Lucy as the door and jumps behind a statue of Satan to hide. But it's not The Champ. It's Melanie!)
Melanie: I'm here to watch this great American tradition of pizza eating!
Jock: Melanie! You're still...pretending to be Russian?
Melanie: It's what makes me happy! Is my mother here, by the way?
(The Champ comes walking in behind Melanie still covered in blood. Everyone gasps.)
The Champ: No, I killed her. And now I'm going to kill all of you, even the Satanists and Whiskerton.
Everyone: Aww, shiiiit!
TO BE CONTINUED
Satan Fan: ...and if you spit any of the pizza out, Satan will judge that you have failed in your duties and you will be disqualified.
Jock: Hey, this isn't my first pizza eating contest, okay! Actually...it is. But I've seen pizza eating contests on tv, okay! Actually...I haven't. But still!
Satan Fan: Just obey the rules or face death.
Jock: Okay! Hey, how come you devil worshippers are putting on a pizza eating contest with a ten million dollar prize anyway?
Satan Fan: It's certainly NOT because we've made millions from illegal activity such as bank robberies and burning down zoos and we need to get rid of some of the money before the police trace it to us. OKAY?
Jock: Okay! Gosh! Rude!
Satan Fan: HAIL SATAN.
(He punches Jack in the neck and walks away.)
Jock: Oww, my neck! If it swells it'll be harder to eat pizza, probably!
(Lucy, DJ and Uncle Mac come running in. Lucy is holding Whiskerton in a cat basket.)
Lucy: Jock I've got something I need to tell you! If you win the contest, that is.
DJ: And I've got something I need to tell you too! If you win the contest, that is.
Uncle Mac: And I need to tell you that The Champ has become a serial killer for real and could arrive here at any moment to kill us all! If you win the contest, that is! No, wait. He'll kill us regardless. Better pray to God!
(A pretty female Satan fan is walking by.)
Female Satan Fan: Hey, it's Satan we pray to around here!
DJ: Hey, baby, how about you pray to me to spin some SWEET TUNES for you?
Female Satan Fan: The only music I like is DEATH METAL and Coldplay, okay!
DJ: I can dig it. Come to one of my gigs, you feel me?
(He hands her a flyer to one of his gigs.)
Female Satan Fan: Maybe...if we're not sacrificing any virgins that night.
Whiskerton(looking worried): Miaow!
Lucy: Don't worry, Whiskerton, we'll get you laid before then!
Jock: Hey, wait a minue, how can you be putting on a gig if you're still working at Cat Cleaners?
DJ: Uhh...
Jock: Are you...are you leaving me, DJ? Is that the thing you wanted to tell me? Our bromance is...over?
(Studio audience: awwwwww.)
DJ: Uhh...
(A wedding ring falls out of Lucy's pocket.)
Lucy: Drat!
Jock: Is that...is that a wedding ring? Are you...are you going to propose to me, Lucy? Is that the thing you wanted to tell me? Is my single life...over?
(The contest is about to begin.)
Satan Fan: PLACE EVERYONE!
Jock: How can I win the contest now with so much on my mind! DJ is leaving and I'm getting married! Both those things are horrible!
Uncle Mac: You have to win! Maybe we can use the money to buy a hitman to kill The Champ before he murders us. Now get up there and eat some pizza, you moook!
(Jock goes to take his place at the pizza eating table as DJ and Lucy look down at their feet with guilt. SUDDENLY the door to the church flies open.)
Uncle Mac: Too late, it's The Champ, save yourselves!
(He shoves Lucy as the door and jumps behind a statue of Satan to hide. But it's not The Champ. It's Melanie!)
Melanie: I'm here to watch this great American tradition of pizza eating!
Jock: Melanie! You're still...pretending to be Russian?
Melanie: It's what makes me happy! Is my mother here, by the way?
(The Champ comes walking in behind Melanie still covered in blood. Everyone gasps.)
The Champ: No, I killed her. And now I'm going to kill all of you, even the Satanists and Whiskerton.
Everyone: Aww, shiiiit!
TO BE CONTINUED