Scene opens once again in the same nondescript white room as previously seen. This time we see Kevin Brody on the left - wearing a hospital gown and at the moment sitting in a wheelchair. On the right side we see Phil Brookes, sitting in a director's chair and wearing a gray fedora.
Phil: Hi, I’m a Willowverser.
Kevin: And I’m a “Team Name To Be Determined”.
Phil: Really? You’re going with that?
Kevin: You know how hard it is to come up with a name for our little universe? Anyways, I’m Kevin Brody, assistant regional manager of Cargill AgriServices and general thorn in the side of wolves and the government.
Phil: And I’m Phil Brookes, retail monkey, film-maker, and co-founder of the Little Mosque on the Prairie slashfic fan site…
Kevin: (looking confused)Wait, what?
Phil: Just try and keep up, okay? So we’re both the best friends of our respectuve story’s main protagonist.
Kevin: And that seems to be where our similarities end. People think I’m a bit of a smart ass.
Phil: I *know* I am one and revel in that fact.
Kevin: I set up Dean with two women I knew.
Phil: Yeah, and how did that turn out?
Kevin: Well one botched his name but redeemed herself by apparently saving their asses from a zombie army. The other, not too sure yet, though all things point to it souring a little bit… which is more than I can say what you’ve done for Darren.
Phil: Hey, I keep him from going off the deep end and away from becoming an angry bitter drunk like his old man who he seems to resent every second – basically by having him try and live a Straight-Edge life…
Kevin: (sighs and smacks his palm of his hand into his face) Great, another one of you guys. Oh, and by the way, Joey Jeremiah called and he wants his hat back!
Phil: (shakes his fingers in a mocking fashion)Oooh, taking cheap shots at my look, eh? This coming from a guy who looks like he belongs in the loony bin!
Kevin: Well, sorry that I got roughed up by a combination of giant-assed alien shock troops, had my throat slashed by what I can assume is a parallel universe version of a woman I shot when she tortured me, nearly got strangled to death by a man who for some reason resents me, and to top it off, had by brain fried by a man who I’m pretty sure is some kind of demigod of all of time and space.
Phil: And yet you somehow found the wherewithal to rattle that rant off, eh?
Kevin: (pauses)Uh, I’d tell you how I was able to do so, but that would require people to read once our tale resumes, which should hopefully be very soon.
Phil: Around the same time Quentin Tarantino releases The Vega Brothers or Kill Bill: The Whole Bloody Affair?
Kevin: That was a little harsh. Besides, the way things are going, things aren’t going to last that long anyways. Well, good luck getting yourself a sequel C.M. Chump!
Phil: (sarcastically) What a zinger! With such wit like that, maybe our writer just ran out of steam and forgot about you, which he hopefully won’t let that happen to us, right?
Both Kevin and Phil stare outwards as if they were looking at someone in particular. The scene fades with Kevin telling Phil "Corner Gas would have been a better choice.", to which Phil replies "Yeah, but Little Mosque is more sacrilegious and blasphemous." Kevin just then says, "Huh, good point..." as everything fades to black.
Apocalypse Wow! vs. Willowbend Tales - at least it's better than TNA Impact!
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