The Greatest Story Ever Told

[Madison Cox]

IV

 

 

 

Even more days Later...

 

 

 

We open the scene with the Wildcard of Turmoil, the lady slayer himself Sebastian Abbott standing in his New York apartment. A quick montage showed him dressing up in numerous outfits before settling for a Van Pelt the hunter from Jumanji get up.

 

When Seb exited the apartment block it was to Dustin honking the car horn along to Gwen Stefani's Hollaback girl. As Seb got into the car Jack's speak and say arked up making Dustin turn in the driver's seat to look at the two in the back.

 

S&S: JUUUUMANJIII...

 

Seb: Yea yea, yuck it up ya crippled git. Dusty take us to the airport we have a plane to catch.

 

Dustin: How are we gonna pay to get to Tibet?

 

Seb: Tibet? I thought V was chilling in Mogadishu or some shitty hell hole..

 

S&S: DRUGS!

 

Seb pushed a button on the arm of Jack's cast and the groan that came from the crippled man was soothing.

 

Dustin: So how we paying for this trip?

 

Seb hesitated before answering: Well with what's left of Versus' budget I needed some outside help, so for now let's say I'm owed a few favours and one of those will be at the airport.

Dustin, not pressing the point further started up the car and pulled into traffic starting another montage of our heroes hurtling through traffic and boarding a private jet. A shot of Seb and Dustin pulling cones in the restroom. A new shot of Jack drooling and his thumb trying to type. More footage of Seb and Dustin smoking bongs. Then the plane landing at a hidden military airfield.

 

Our trio plus one fat guest stepped off the plane into a wintery blizzard.

 

Seb: Holy fucking shit balls it's cold...

 

Jack rolled forward and tapped the speak and say.

 

S&S: Brrr beep beep beep..

 

Seb: Whatever you say R2, Dusty cut the fat bitch open and stuff him inside.

 

A look of horror crossed Dustin's face.

 

Dustin: I ain't cutting her open, she's my precious.

 

As the trio disembarked a tall man in butler's garb approached them.

 

Butler: Master Bastian, so nice to see you again. Everything is ready for your expedition.

 

S&S: Master??

 

Seb looked down at Jack as he spoke: Long story boss, maybe for another time. Good work Niles, lead the way.

 

The man servant bowed and walked towards the sound of a helicopter getting ready to take off.

Butler: We have limited seating on the chopper so the dark woman must stay behind.

 

Dustin started to protest but Niles the butler cut him off.

 

Butler: She will be safe here, we'll even keep her sedated for you until you come back. I believe we have a dwelling nearby with a personal basement to accommodate such fetishes of the club.

 

Dustin: Go for it dude.

 

The butler clicked his fingers and four men stopped what they were doing and moved to carry the Courvoisier away to the dwelling mentioned earlier.

 

Butler: Now once you get to the drop site you will find waiting for you a crack team of sherpas that will guide you the rest of the way.

 

The group rounded a corner and there was their ride a military grade rescue helicopter.

 

Seb: Again great stuff cobber, pretty sure us buncha cunts got it from here. Dustin help me load Jackie into the chopper.

 

There was a quick little montage of Seb and Dustin taking turns wiping the drool from Jack's face, then Seb pulling anxiety bongs to the chopper pilot shouting.

 

Pilot: Hold tight people we'll be at the rendezvous in five minutes. Hey you can't smoke in here!

 

Dustin getting giddy with excitement got out of his seat and approached the pilot.

 

Pilot: Sit down civilian this is extremely difficult to handle if I need to turn and yell at you.

 

Dustin: I have my pilot's license, can I maybe co-pilot?

 

S&S: Uh oh.

 

Dustin barely sat down when all hell broke loose.

 

Pilot: what did you do!?

 

The alarms were screeching as the pilot fought to get the chopper under control.

 

S&S: SCREECH BOOP BEEP WEEEEEE

 

Seb looked green as the helicopter spun and spun, then he projectile vomited on the back of the pilot who in turn began throwing up.

 

More chaos ensued as Dustin tried to get things under control.

 

Dustin: I got this guys.... I think.

 

S&S: Blip bloop blop mayday.

 

Then the chaos calmed as Ava Maria started playing from somewhere and the chopper descended into the trees with a sickening crunch and small shitty action movie explosion...

 

Moments passed as smoke filled the fresh Tibetan air, Seb and Dustin started clambering free from the wreckage, once they were safe they started with getting Jack free. Thanks to Seb's quick thinking while hurling his guts, he managed to hold down the morphine button on Jack's body cast as they crashed.

[Madison Cox]

S&S: ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz

 

Seb and Dustin looked at each other with worried expressions on their faces before running around in circles screaming.

 

Dustin: He's dead, Seb. Hey that rhymed. But he's dead.

 

Seb: Shit man, this is bad I didn't mean to make him overdose. Where is that big syringe?

 

Seb searches his pockets, finding the life saving adrenaline shot. He quickly administers it to Jack.

 

S&S: Blerg blip splooooosh.

 

The pair stopped running around and looked at Jack, relief washed over them.

 

Seb: Well thank fuck for that he's alive and we're no closer to the rendezvous than when we first started out..

 

Dustin: What do you propose we do?

 

S&S: brzzt boop bop Cunt!

 

Seb nodded in agreement.

 

Dustin: What did he say?

 

Seb: He said cunt, and we should probably get rolling if we're to reach Versus.

 

The trio set off towards their destination, the only sounds you could hear from them was Dustin spouting some rap he had made up.

 

Dustin: Yo yo middle earth! There once was a hobbit yea yea, who had a cock so long he could slob it yea yea....

 

The scene closes as OCW’s expendables continue their search for Versus

[Madison Cox]

As the men gather themselves for another day in paradise, a sudden commotion is heard. Suddenly, dozens of Chinese soldiers jump from the thick jungle and ambush the Gentleman's Club. The soldiers have the Club at gunpoint and are shouting orders in their native language.

 

Soldier: Mao ditty mao!

 

Seb: Oh hell no!

 

Dustin: Wow!!! Seb, look at their eyes! That's sooooo cool!

 

S&S: Cock-ah Cock ah!

 

The tension between the groups continue to rise until one of the soldiers begins to laugh and lowers his gun. The other soldiers look on in confusion as the man tries to explain something to his comrades. Finally, in very broken English, the soldier points to Seb and speaks.

 

Soldier: Scheb Aboooott! Numba wun pervaht! OCW!

 

Seb: The hell you say?

 

Soldier: Seb Aboooott, cuuuuuunnnnnnt. Numba wun cunt!

 

Seb: I'll horsewhip all of you mongrels right now! Let's go!

 

Soldier: No no! Seb Aboooott!! Beeeg Rero! Cuuuuuuunt!!

 

Dustin: Don’t be ridicurus, Seb. I think he like digs your style man. I think he wants you to call him a cunt.

 

Seb: Aye?

 

Dustin: Yeah dude, what's like the worst that could happen?

 

Seb sighs and begins to size up the situation. Deciding it's his only move, Seb decides to let out a gypsy growl and call the heavily armed soldiers a bunch of cunts at the top of his lungs. Thrilled with this, the Chinese soldiers begin to cheer and clap in approval. In unison, most of the soldiers begin to chant OCW, OCW, OCW.

 

Overcome with the emotion of the moment, Seb lets out another gypsy scream and clotheslines Jack out of his shitty wheelchair. The Chinese soldiers all “ooooo” in unison. Seb, distraught with what he's done, calls out for help. The soldiers rush to their aid. Through the dense language barrier, they're able to communicate that they can take Jack to a nearby base for medical attention. Seb and Dustin quickly agree and begin to move Jack with the aid of their new found friends.

[Madison Cox]

Three days later...

 

 

 

Our scene reopens inside a secret, underground, Chinese military base on the outskirts of Tibet. Inside the base's state of the art medical facility we see Jack, in a somewhat improved condition. He's in a more modern, electric wheelchair. He also has a Stephen Hawkingesque computer voice generator. As an added bonus, Seb and one of his new Chinese friends are attaching a pair of machine guns to Jack's wheelchair.

 

Seb: There, little guy. That should help with...something. Later. Maybe. I have no idea.

 

Dustin: COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL! How do I get one of those?!

 

Seb turned turned to his other mentally handicapped companion.

 

Seb: Get crippled. You don’t want that, do you?

 

Dustin: Might be nice. Good parking spots.

 

One of the officers at the base approaches the club with a thick file.

 

Soldier: This is all info we have on one you carr Versus. He was spotted at a known poppy processing compound north of here. Many rocars say he spread word of new god. Make many uncomfortabre. Opium dearers very dangerous. No raws. No honor.

 

Seb: So we just go bust up a bunch of china white junkies and save the day. No problem.

 

Soldier: Very dangerous men. Journey full of perir.

 

Seb: You mean peril?

 

Soldier: Aye, many great perir between you and Versus.

 

Before the conversation can continue, a single round is discharged from one of Jack's mounted guns. The bullet grazes a random Chinese soldier, causing him to shriek in pain. Jack tries to apologize through his new voice box.

 

Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483477066798.mp3

 

Due to the rules of tv comedy, all the men begin to laugh as Jack just spins his chair in a circle of celebration. After the commotion dies down, the officer once again speaks to Seb and company.

 

Soldier: I have arranged for a hericopter to drop you into the poppy fierds during nightfarr. From there, you shourd be abre to find your friend. Good ruck gentermen.

[Madison Cox]

V

 

 

 

 

Back in New York City...

 

 

 

 

 

With a small velvet case in his hands, Dennis stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows looking over the nightlife of New York City in a daze. His ears were ringing. The colors infiltrating his bedroom created a beautiful haze around him. The scenery had no effect on him, for he had other things on his mind, like what adventures would the night bring him. Madison was also on his mind, per the norm. Though he protested, Madison insisted that the two attend a party, separately. The one sided argument was still fresh in his mind.

 

Dennis: Madison, you've had some bad ideas before. But this…

 

Madison: Is this about Dubai? Get over Dubai…

 

Dennis: I just don't see the appeal. We’ve got bigger things to worry about. We haven’t heard back from Jack, Dustin, and Seb in days, Madison. Days. Why are we doing this? Why are we going separately?

 

Dennis asked, smacking his hand down on the table Madison was seated at. The man could actually feel a vein throbbing in his neck from anger. Her smirk only infuriated him more.

 

Dennis: Look, I'm sorry. With all due respect -

 

The Queen of Turmoil slides a velvet box across the table to him. Madison stands, shakes her head, and goes to leave the room without letting him finish.

 

Dennis: Does this mean you're listening to reason?

Madison turns around laughing to herself slightly.

 

Madison: We don't have much in common. But the things we do share are stronger than anything I've ever experienced. Our passion for wrestling and our need to become someone else once in awhile. Our desire to escape who we are. Who does it better than us? Tonight, i’m looking for an escape. I don’t want to hear about Revolution Inc. or Versus.

 

Madison: And besides...Dennis Black isn't ready for Madison Cox. He does not have the will nor presence to bend Madison Cox to his will. Therefore, you are attending this event because you have to show me you can be what I need.

 

Dennis blinks at the leggy blonde.

 

Madison: I ache for you. I ache for the man you've shown me glimpses of. The possessive, obsessive, aggressive...and at times… downright scary man you keep trapped in your core. Bring him out tonight. I want The Black King. He has what it takes to claim me...or someone else will. That much is up to you. Come find me.

 

She winks and then leaves, her hips sashaying as she does so. “And don't forget the mask. They won't let you into the masquerade without it.” She said.

 

Dennis shakes himself back to the present time. His head was throbbing from over thinking his predicament.

 

Dennis: What would Versus do? Yea, he’d go. Maybe.

 

He opens the velvet box that Madison left for him. The black feathered mask was his ticket to the event. On top of it was an index card that said nothing more than ‘Be Sensational.’

[Madison Cox]

Dennis arrived right on time. Security allowed him into the over sized home without so much of a glance. Upon entering the ballroom, he scanned the crowd for his would be companion, but she was nowhere to be found. Though he did take notice of a stage. The crowd of masked guests was only growing, and the young man was already feeling overwhelmed.

 

He sat down next to a man that was bragging about his conquest from the night before.

After he finished showing off for his group of friends, he turned his attention to Dennis. He smelled of cigarettes and women that Seb Abbot spent his free time with.

 

Braggart: We hardly see any Mexican business owners here. What's your name, boy?

 

Dennis’s brow raised: Mexican? Boy?

 

Braggart: Sorry I've had a few. Let me make it up to you. You point to any piece of arm candy in here, and it's yours.

 

Dennis: I'm not hungry, and I have no idea what arm candy is. Is that like those candy necklaces

 

The braggart placed his arm around Dennis after lighting a cigar.

 

Braggart: You've got a sense of humor on you son, I like it. So let's start over. How is your business holding up, Mr…?

 

Dennis hesitated, obviously not having even thought of who he would be for the evening. The Braggart gave Dennis an expectant look.

 

Dennis: ...........Sensation...Douglas Sensation.

 

Several people stopped what they were doing and turned to glance in Dennis’s general direction. There were whispers of ‘Sensation this’ and ‘Sensation that’. Dennis muttered to himself, having no idea how well known in New York City Mr. Sensation truly was until now.

 

He heard a smoker’s cough, and a deep voice bellow behind him. Dennis rolled his eyes at the Braggart before standing and offering his attention to the deep voice behind him.

 

His annoyed demeanor changed instantly at the site of the couple. The overweight man that wanted his attention offered Dennis his hand. Beside the tub of lard was a leggy blonde. Her makeup, dress, and matching mask to Dennis’s own fitted perfectly. Dennis shook the man’s hand while eyeing Madison.

 

Fatty McFat: I see you and doll face here have similar tastes, Mr. Sensation. I didn't know he had a son. Sad state of things to hear about your family losing OCW to an employee. Quite embarrassing, actually. I'd ask how business was doing but...

 

Dennis: Business is doing well. Season eleven was OcW’s most profitable year, ever. Largely in part to the injection of youth on our roster. As for the change in ownership...who better to make us more financially sound than an Asian? My father will take the company back on his own terms.

 

Dennis shifted his attention back to the blonde next to McFatty even as McFatty continued to speak.

 

McFatty: Spendid! Allow me to introduce you to my future conquest for the evening, Alotta.

 

Dennis blinked at Madison, giving her a ‘really’ look.

 

Dennis: Alotta…?

 

Madison: Poosay, its French...

[Madison Cox]

McFatty: Isn't she wonderful?

 

Dennis: Ah...Oui Oui.

 

Madison: Mr. Sensation, what a pleasure to meet you. I am inspired by your Father’s work ethic and success in the wrestling world. Your sister married well...sort of. How on earth are you here all alone?

 

Dennis: Too busy working on replacing my Father, I suppose. Tiffany was too busy making babies.

 

Madison: That's a shame, too much ambition leaves very little time to play.

 

Madison let the last sentence linger some to see his reaction.

 

Madison: Your Father has done well, though. I hope he invests in Dennis Black. That young man is a machine. I bet he could just go...and go...and go…

 

Madison looks to McFatty: He never tires. You should watch Turmoil. He's exhausting. Truly semen unlike any other.

 

McFatty: You mean specimen, doll face.

 

Madison looks to Dennis, grinning: Apologies. English is my second language.

 

McFatty cleared his throat.

 

McFatty: Alright alright enough about Sensation’s son and this Dennis Black, feller. Making me jealous.

 

Madison pinched McFatty’s backside and sauntered off. Dennis narrowed his eyes as she walked by him.

 

McFatty: What a piece of ass, she is. I'm gonna win her tonight. You'll see.

 

Dennis: Win...her?

 

The lights in the massive ballroom dimmed as the speaker approached the stage. Dennis returned to his seat unknowing that the festivities were truly about to begin.

 

Announcer: It is now time for the popular event of auctioning a dance off. All proceeds will be given to the Scottish lives Matter movement. The number of Scottish suicides in New York is rising at an astronomical rate. I mean who cares about the Scottish? This is a tax write off.

 

Announcer: All of the beautiful ladies will line up and then be introduced for bidding!

 

One by one, the women stepped forward to be bid on and they then stepped down to join their respective companions for the evening. His eyes glanced from Madison to his Sun Chips and then back to her trying to maintain a casual appearance. She stepped forward in her black dress, her smile and eyes gazing to all sections of the ballroom. She had a confidence about her. This wasn't her first time.

 

Announcer: This is Alotta Poosay.

 

Madison: It's French.

 

This made the crowd laugh.

 

Announcer: She enjoys watching Housewife reality shows, Glenn Beck, Fox News, long walks on the beach, and frolicking in meadows.

 

The speaker lowered his voice at the last part, giving the crowd time to laugh. Dennis rummaged through his pockets. He was flat broke from the amazing Devil’s Night entrance. He shouted out ‘twenty!’, which caused an uproar of laughter.

[Dennis Black]

“$15,000" A man shouted behind him and he turned too late to find who did. Dennis started to panic. "$34,000". The bidding continued to rise with his frustration before he decided to participate.

 

"$500,000.01!" Dennis yelled and the entire room silenced at his bid. Even Madison snapped her head at him in shock before returning to her pleasant demeanor on stage. No one dared to outbid the younger Sensation and he stood to claim his prize as she stepped down from the stage. McFatty jumped from his seat and hobbled over to Dennis, angrily calling him every offensive word in the book.

 

McFatty: I thought we were friends!

Dennis: You're in my way…

 

Dennis sidestepped the large man and continued to make his way toward Madison.

 

McFatty: Keep the bitch! I don't care! I'm going to buy OCW from the Chinaman and see that your father is left with nothing. He’ll be standing outside Home Depot doing labor by next week! You hear me?! Next week!

 

Dennis stopped once he reached Madison. Madison pulled out her phone and started dialing. McFatty’s comments didn't bother her at all. Dennis Looked over his shoulder and asked the man to repeat what he said.

 

McFatty: Was it when I called you a spic? Or when I said your dad would be doing labor outside of Home Depot, boy?

 

Dennis: No. Not that...the offensive stuff.

 

McFatty: Uh...bitch? I called her a bitch.

 

Dennis: Yea...that.

 

Dennis turned and ran in the direction of McFatty. There was a commotion, and screams from women due to the impeding fight. Before Dennis reached McFatty, he jumped, leaned back, and soared forward with his right knee leading the way…

[Madison Cox]

VI

 

 

 

 

Tibetan Killing Fields - Nightfall

 

 

With little moon cover, a Chinese military chopper comes onto screen over the poppy fields where Versus is being held as the theme song from Miami Vice kicks in. Dustin and Seb easily repel down from the chopper. Jack is pushed out of the helicopter over a large, plush hay bell. As Jack falls, his voice box crackles.

 

Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483477215855.mp3

 

The members of the club gather themselves together and begin their assault on the compound. Seb immediately starts to army crawl through the fields, and Dustin follows suit. Stealth was of the utmost importance! Dustin asks why there were crawling through dirt and drugs. Jack did his best to remain stealthy, as he and his wheelchair were covered in shrubbery.

Seb: Isn’t this your normal routine, mate?

 

Dustin: Sorta. But english dirt leaves me feeling less dirty.

 

Seb: How is that even possible?

 

Dustin: Electrolytes.

 

Seb: ...What?

 

At that moment, Jack’s phone begins to ring from one of the many pouches in his cripple carriage. Seb curses under his breath while crawling over to Jack’s wheelchair.

 

Seb: Why do you have so many pockets?! And Why isn’t it on silent?

 

Seb shuts the phone off after finding it in one of the pouches.

 

Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483477254316.mp3

 

Dustin: He’s got a good point, Seb. And you’re being too loud. This is a stealth operation!

 

Dustin’s cell phone suddenly rings, and of course...he answers. Dustin does more than answer, he puts the caller on speaker phone. It was the Queen herself.

 

Madison: Dustin?

 

Seb and Jack angrily motion for Dustin to hang up. He waves back at them.

 

Dustin: Hey, your highness. How’s it shakin?

 

Madison: WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU ALL BEEN?! I’VE BEEN CALLING JACK FOR DAYS!

 

Seb facepalms.

 

Madison: HAVE YOU FOUND VERSUS? WHERE IS JACK?

 

Seb: Hang up!

 

Madison: IS THAT SEB? WHERE ARE YOU?!

 

Dustin: Where are we? Um.

 

Dustin stands up in the center of the poppy field and looks around. At that moment, a spotlight immediately shines on our heroes.

 

Seb: Bugger…

 

Dustin: We are on a stage, boss. Definitely on a stage.

 

The sound of foot steps and fire arms being loaded are heard in the distance. Dustin quickly closes his cell phone and looks to the club. The phone rings again, causing Seb to stand and toss the phone after snatching it from Dustin.

 

Dustin: What if she needed us?

 

Seb: To identify our bodies?

 

Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483477334995.mp3

 

Jack rolls forward, arming his cripple ready machine guns.

 

Seb: Is that really the best idea? They could be the police.

 

Dustin: Or ninjas.

 

Seb: We wouldn’t hear ninjas, Dustin. Definitely the police...or drug dealers.

 

Dustin: Man... FUCK THE POLICE! Drug dealers would be cool, though.

 

Seb and Dustin look to their disabled friend for guidance.

 

Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483477365220.mp3

 

Seb and Dustin dive out of Jack’s way (in dramatic fashion) as the cripple ready machine guns come to life.

 

Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483477647948.mp3

[Madison Cox]

The camera shifts to slow motion and the classic song Adagio For Strings begins to sadly cry over the carnage we're about to witness. .The guns slowly roar into action, the visuals moving so slowly you see every individual recoil from each shot fired. The guards of the poppy processing facility are seen running valiantly towards the club's position.

 

We cut to a closeup of a guard's leg as a bullet enters and cleanly exits. The snap of bone is heard over the chilling strings of Adagio. The camera cuts to a guard suffering three shots to his chest in rapid succession and falling to the ground. Another cut occurs, this time to a closeup of another guard taking to two shots to his gut, the intense pain etched across his face.

 

The camera now swings to Jack, wide eyed, truly alive for the first time in weeks, a smile sneaking onto his face as his guns continue to roar. Jack spins his chair, mowing down another group of five guards clustered together, their blood splattering against the poppies they were sworn to protect. The camera swings to Seb, who slowly blinks, as his jaw opens in wonder. Our shot pans over to Dustin, who is pumping his hands in glee.

 

Jack, still on the offensive swivels to his right and unleashes another barrage into the moonless night. A dozen guards meet their fate as the bullets rip through flesh and bone. Their screams pierce the already haunting scene, as the futility of their situation becomes more apparent.

Jack swivels once more, taking aim at another cluster of guards. We zoom in as poor man's head explodes, a quick cut to a man as his large intestine begins to exit his body, another cut to a man who takes over a dozen shots to his torso alone.

 

The camera zooms out as the remaining guards turn to run. As the music hits its crescendo, Jack squints and his computer generated voice comes to life.

 

Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483470166705.mp3

 

Jack unleashes his guns once more, shooting the remaining men in their backs as they flee. The music ends, Seb and Dustin stare at their crippled leader in awe.

 

Dustin: They.... they're all dead... You just killed like thirty people! They could have been forgiven man!

 

The camera zooms in closely on Jack as his computer speaks once more.

 

Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483477730420.mp3

 

Seb, still slightly stunned, takes out a cigarette and begins to smoke.

 

Seb: Welcome back Jackie boy.

 

The group regains their composure and heads for the main compound that surely houses Versus. As the men get to the entrance, Seb and Dustin take up point on each end of the door. Jack, feeling invincible with the cripple cannons, sits in the middle of the doorway. He gives a nod as Seb reaches into open the door.

 

Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483477783936.mp3

 

As the door flies open, the cripple cannons leap to life once more. All we see is a thick cloud of smoke, all we hear are the screams of the occupants inside and the buzz of the machine guns. After a seeming eternity, the guns fall silent as Jack feels assured he's dispatched all of the threats.

 

Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483477835462.mp3

 

Jack begins to spin in celebration once more, his computer generated voice box beeping and chirping in triumph. The men enter the room where they see the legend himself, Versus, being held at knife point by the lone remaining guard.

 

The guard is trembling with fear, clearly not in the best head space. Jack lines up the cripple cannon.

Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483492212553.mp3

 

Versus closes his eyes in sheer terror, the guard lets out a visceral scream. Jack releases the cannon one last time to no avail. He continues to fire the cannons but nothing happens.

 

Jack: http://codewelt.com/project/speak/speak1483492705928.mp3

 

The guard, realizing he’s alive and once again in command, begins to laugh maniacally.

Guard: Big American think he come to my country and spread his rerigion? Not on my watch!

 

Versus: For the last time, I wasn’t trying to spread a religion! I was just looking for a telephone! I’m not even supposed to be here today!

 

Guard: Quiet American dog! You and arr your rittre friends think you soooo smart don’t you? Werr rook who’s in charge now!

 

The camera freezes everything on screen except Versus and Jack. Both men’s auras step out of their bodies and into the middle of the room. Jack’s aura is standing, looking as if the beating laid upon him by Malu and the Butcher never happened. There amongst the frozen chaos, the two hazy visages of our heroic protagonists begin to converse. Jack begins to speak with his regular voice for the first time in weeks.