Chwoka: The Big Finish

{Open: Three Chwokas sitting at a table. The furthest left one has an eighteen-pack, multicolored spiked hair, and improbable muscles. The middle one wears his hair long and mussy, with a green sweatshirt. The one on the right wears a business suit probably, and has shorter hair.}

LEFT CHWOKA (CIRCA 1995-1999): Whats going on I don't understand.And who are you two people who look exactly alike?

RIGHT CHWOKA (CIRCA NOW): You know, I'm embarrassed to share a name with either of you.

MIDDLE CHWOKA (CIRCA 2000s): You're not Chwoka, you're Slade.

RIGHT CHWOKA: You have no room to talk, you RP on IRC.

MIDDLE CHWOKA: There is nothing wrong with RP.

{The middle Chwoka flies up.}

MIDDLE CHWOKA: I will beat you in a fight!

LEFT CHWOKA: O.K.

RIGHT CHWOKA: Just like My Tank, right?

MIDDLE CHWOKA: Why'd you capitalize My Tank like that? (You see it is funny because he's not supposed to be able to see the text!)

{Left Chwoka flies into the air and practically nukes Middle Chwoka.}

RIGHT CHWOKA: I think what we just saw might have been a metaphor for the relationship between the Middle-East and the West.

LEFT CHWOKA: What's the Middle-East?I live in the northwest, does that count?

RIGHT CHWOKA: You should stop asking so many questions, it's gonna bite you in the ass.

LEFT CHWOKA: My mom doesn't like people saying bad words I'm gonna have to leave now.

RIGHT CHWOKA: Go ahead.

{Left Chwoka pulls some powers out of his ass and erases Right Chwoka from existence, then teleports out.}

{Will walks out.}

WILL: Alright, I can only pick one of you to go to the new wiki, so... Oh god damn it.

{Will pulls out a walkie-talkie}

WILL: Secretary? Prepare the clay again.

SECRETARY: Again?

WILL: Again.