RPS 25 is the only acceptable decision making method.
-Steve
Transcript:
Steve and Wuggles play rock paper scissors.
W: Cockroach survives nuke. I win, two out of three!
S: Oh C’mon! That’s not fair!
Turns out they’re in a meeting with Eli.
W: By a score of two to one, it has been decided that the projections will be the responsibility of the sound designer.
E: FINALLY. Let’s move on.
S: (Like a douche) I demand a rematch.
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Wuggles is peaking out from behind the curtain. An audience member offers him a piece of cheese.
Audience: It’s okay little guy.
Wuggles pops out from behind the curtain.
W: Cheeb for me?
Morty chases wuggles off with a broom.
M: SCAT YOU!
M: Please refrain from feeding the run crew.
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Wuggles all by his lonesome.
W: Wait, wait! Who am I?
He pulls his shirt over his head.
W: RAGA BLAGA BLAG!
W: Hamlet! Get it?
W: ‘Cause he’s crazy!
Transcript:
Morty approaches Steve and Wuggles who are covered in stage blood.
M: While I’m glad to see that squib shape bingo was a success, did you really need to stand in the splash zone?
Steve and Wuggles look at each other.
S: Yes.
W: Duh.
Transcript:
Steve is dressed in a hazmat suit and goggles with a hood. He holds up some kind of button.
S: 3… 2… 1…
Steve presses the button and a squib on Wuggle’s chest explodes. Steve is covered in something red.
S: Boom.
W: RAHHH!
“Click,” says the button joyfully.
“Sploosh!” goes the squib.
W: And we have WEST VIRGINIA!
S: Ha! Bingo!
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