The RemolayRemadin Projects/Episode Four

Be aware of the world around you. You never know when a clown will suddenly jump out and start Carameldansen.

Transcript

{Sad music plays while a slideshow of Remolay and remadin plays}

ANNOUNCER GUY: {deep dramatic voice} Today on a very special episode of "Now What?"...

{the Rocket Power theme plays at extremely fast speeds while clips of FLCL show. The words "Now What?" appear on screen. Cut to Remolay and Writer, Remolay standing and the writer is sitting in a chair}

REMOLAY: Alright writer guy, You got rid of this episode's fantasy show counterpart, why'd you keep that intro?

WRITER: Dunno, I'm too lazy. I don't plan these things out. I opened this page expecting it to be empty.

DIRECTOR: Um, you guys know we're rolling right... and that this show is broadcast live?

WRITER: Crap! How do we save this episode now!

REMOLAY: Celebrity guest?

{A celebrity guest barges into the room}

???: Did somebody say "Celebrity Guest"?

WRITER: GA-

{Remolay punches the writer and yells right in his face}

REMOLAY: No! We are not doing your freaking man-crush! We are doing Samuel L. freakin' Jackson!

WRITER: {scared} But-

REMOLAY: {yelling} Samuel L. Jackson!

{The Writer gets out of his chair, showing that he's a good two feet taller than Remolay}

WRITER: {yelling} Dammit, I have made my decision!

SAMUEL L JACKSON: I recognize that the writer has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid-ass decision I've elected to ignore it.

{A rabid butthurt fan runs across the screen}

FAN: {yelling} Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoi-

{Remolay stabs the fan through the heart as he runs by for the third time}

REMOLAY: Freakin' fanboy. It doesn't spoil anything.

WRITER: Dammit, why can't I get who I want as a guest?

REMOLAY: Because you want a J-Rock singer whom you've never actually heard speak english.

WRITER: But he's SEXY!

REMOLAY: You know what? We need another celebrity guest to finish this episode.

WRITER: Ga-

REMOLAY: NO! A real American idiot...

WRITER: Oh please no.

{Donald Trump walks into the room. Trump points at the writer while O Fortuna plays on kazoos}

TRUMP: You're fired!

REMOLAY: No! This show cannot exist without me!

{The writer is blasted into oblivion as the screen fades to white. cut to Remadin at a writing desk}

REMADIN: Yeah, that's what you get for not putting me into this episode.