Figuring Out The Future - Part One (Copycat/Supremacy) [#2]
Jan 19, 2023 23:48:20 GMT -5
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Post by ForeverKuroi on Jan 19, 2023 23:48:20 GMT -5
The scene fades into an office building. A very specific office building. The same one that Copycat was in not too long ago and what do you know?! Copycat is there again! Opposite from him, behind a nice, mahogany desk, Larry listlessly taps away at the keyboard in front of him.
Larry: And for this reason, Mr. Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, while the XHF Network finds the spamming e-mails of laughter from King Edmund IV upon the news of Her Royal Highness, Queen Elizabeth II, the XHF Network finds it necessary to once again refer your concerns to the management of Champoon Wrasslin’. Although it is understood that management has been increasingly difficult to successfully contact, they remain the proper venue to relay your grievance. Signed the XHF Network. Hmmm… Is there one F or two Fs in the word difficult?
Copycat: You really don’t know how many Fs are in the word difficult?
Larry: Of course I do. I just find if I keep talking, it will mean that you don’t talk, and I’d much rather hear the sound of my own voice than the sound of yours.
Copycat: Oh, well that’s fair enough, I suppose! Believe it or not, this hasn’t been the first time I’ve heard that! You see, there’s this one time I got kicked out of this homeless shelter. I saw this one guy with a Spike Kane t-shirt and I was like, ‘Oh wow. He’s gained a lot of weight!’ And he was like, ‘What do you mean?’ and then I went on about how the Spike Kane I knew didn’t have a huge pot belly, not that I’m judging. Especially now since I’m nearly in my third trimester and-
Larry: -How many Fs in difficult again?
Copycat: Oh! One. Just one. You know, for a ‘difficult’ word, it was kind of an easy question, huh!? Kind of funny, right?! RIGHT!?
Larry feigns laughter.
Larry: Heh… Heh… Right.
Copycat: But what’s not easy is this match that’s coming up. Like, I have to take on the best that the XHF has to offer today. And I mean, other than Raiden - and he’s been VERY close - they’ve ALL won the X*Crown Championship before. I’m the only one that hasn’t! Did you know that?
Larry: Of course I knew that. I once almost had to send a Cease and Desist letter to a company for trying to steal the X*Crown’s likeness.
Copycat: Really? Another fed once tried to call their belt the X*Crown Championship?
Larry: No. They just tried to make a belt that’s made up of world titles from defunct promotions. That’s clearly a legal issue. That’s theft of intellectual property!
Copycat: Wow. I’d never want to wrestle for a place like that.
Larry: …You don’t say.
For a half-second, there’s a pause.
Copycat: OH, and did I tell you about the time when-
Copycat stops at his cell phone rings. He pushes his hands into his pockets (Yes, both hands in both pockets), and pulls out his phone. With a smile, Copycat points his free hand to the phone and lifts his index and pinky finger as if to gesture the sentiment, “I’m on the phone.” Exasperated, Larry slowly shakes his head.
Copycat: This is Copycat, I’m not here right now! Go ahead and leave me a message BEEEEEEP! Haha! Just kidding, I’m here. May I ask who is speaking?
Pause. Copycat’s demeanor quickly fades and his smile shortly disappears completely.
Copycat: Oh, it’s you… Yeah. I mean, yeah. It’s only right, I suppose OK, I’ll be there soon. I just… I just need to clear it with my friend first but yeah. OK. Bye.
Copycat hangs up the phone. There’s a period of silence for a few seconds first.
Copycat: Hey, it wouldn’t upset you if I had to take care of some business, is it?
Larry: Go for it.
Copycat: …oh, really? I expected you to be more upset about me leaving.
Larry: …I mean, 'Oh no. …Please hurry back…'
Copycat opens the door and points his index finger straight towards Larry.
Copycat: Don’t worry! I’ll be back soon, best buddy!
The door loudly closes as Copycat rushes away. After a moment, Larry picks up the phone and presses an extension on the landline.
Larry: Hey, Linda? Yeah, please mark me down for a sick day. I’ve suddenly developed a migraine.
The scene cuts to the local Starbucks. Copycat is sitting down at a table, sipping on a hot beverage.
Copycat: So is there a reason you wanted to chat? A lot has changed since we last spoke.
The camera spun around to…
Bradshaw: Which one of these sandwiches would you prefer?
Copycat: I think they’re both the same sandwich, Mr. Bradshaw.
Bradshaw: Oh. So do you want both of them or just one?
Copycat sighs.
Copycat: You know, there was a day where I would rush at that sandwich at full speed. I would scratch, claw and make a spectacle out of myself if it meant I could crumbs from that sandwich. I would know. I’ve been kicked out of several restaurant establishments for doing so. But not anymore, Mr. Bradshaw. The days of being on the brink of destruction are far behind me. The days of falling into your traps because that was all I could do are-
Bradshaw: I made sure to add in extra pickles?
Copycat: Did you… Did you say extra pickles?
The scene cuts to Copycat scarfing down the second burger. He continues on until he starts wheezing. That’s when he lifts up his shirt to expose his pregnant beer belly and undoes the button on his pants.
Bradshaw: How was it?
Copycat: I don’t even care what you did to poison it. That was so worth it.
Copycat reaches for his hot beverage and begins to drink.
Bradshaw: You seem like you’re in good spirits.
Copycat: Well I’m basically a main eventer in the XHF Network now. I’m the Cinderella story coming true. The fans know that I’m the underdog and they’re all rallying behind me. I’m on top of the world!
Bradshaw: Copycat, my boy. You don’t have to do this.
Copycat: Word around the water cooler is that when I win, Steve, Dylan, Raiden and Zoran are going to hoist me over their shoulders. They’re going to cheer and celebrate and be like, “Oh wow, Copycat! I knew you could do it!”
Bradshaw: It’s OK to be scared.
The tempo from Copycat speeds up.
Copycat: And there will be confetti and Mongo himself will come out there with a trophy and he’ll be like, “Copycat, how silly of me to have forgotten who you are! You’re amazing!”
Bradshaw: Copycat, please!
Copycat: And maybe there will be a statue of me! And January 29th will be International Copycat Day! The whole world will celebrate! And-
Bradshaw: COPYCAT!
Copycat: FINE! I’M SCARED! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR FROM ME!? Zoran is ruthless, and that’s the kind of person he’s always been! Raiden is the person who has ended Chris Card’s seemingly unstoppable Prestige Championship reign in the AWF! And I’m not sure what scares me most about Dylan - the thought of him ringing my ears or his father blinding my eyes! The only one in the match who’s even remotely nice to me in this match is Steve Awesome, and I feel like there’s something about that hug at Battle for Hegemony that makes me feel that he’s not really wanting to be my friend!
Bradshaw: Copycat, I get how you feel. You’re getting nervous. Let’s take things one step at a time. First off, the match isn’t happening right now. Take a second. Breathe. Have another sip of your tea.
Copycat hyperventilated into his cup of tea for a moment before slowly taking a sip. As he did, his face scrunched.
Bradshaw: Is there a problem?
Copycat: Ugh… It’s fine.
Bradshaw: My boy, you can tell me anything.
Copycat: Well, it’s just that… I ordered a chamomile tea, but all I’m tasting is caramel. I think that they misunderstood me when I placed the order.
Bradshaw: Oh, I see. Well, here. I’ll have them fix your order for you.
Terry Bradshaw walks away and turns the corner out of Copycat’s line of sight. He heads toward the counter. Copycat licks some ketchup off of his plate until he startles due to a loud banging on the counter just a moment later. He quickly gets up and buttons his pants to see a shocked young employee handing Terry Bradshaw a to-go cup of tea. As usual, Terry Bradshaw is sporting his unsettling smile. He nudges the drink into Copycat’s chest as he walks past.
Bradshaw: Here, let’s go for a walk.
Copycat nods and follows him out the door. He sips the drink.
Copycat: Thanks for fixing the order, Mr. Bradshaw. The order’s perfect this time around! But, uh… What happened to that employee? She looks scared.
Bradshaw: Oh, we just had a conversation. But let’s talk less about boiled tree leaves and more about Supremacy. And more importantly, about your victory.
Copycat: Mr. Bradshaw, I already told you! I can’t win!
Bradshaw: Not only can you win, my young apprentice. You will. I have predicted it.
Copycat: …W …What?
Bradshaw: Tell me, who predicted my first two divorces?
Copycat: Well you did, but you're also the one that filled out the paperwork and-
Bradshaw: And who predicted that Rob Arnold would win that XHF Rumble match when we watched it back in September?
Copycat: It was a rerun. The actual match happened in 2018.
Bradshaw: And who predicted 9/11?
Copycat: I’m still not convinced you had nothing to do with it!
Bradshaw: The point is, all my predictions have come true and this next one is going to come true too.
Copycat: But what about the other fighters? Like Dylan?
Bradshaw: Dylan? Like Dylan Whack? The guy who spends five minutes with Spike King and thinks he’s in hell? He’s the kind of guy who insults Raiden by going back five years but ignores in that time, all he’s done is change his last name a couple of times and decided that he should look like the Alabama version of himself that pounds a couple sixers of Budweiser every night and regularly changes his Facebook picture to reflect the newest picture of the fish he caught. See what I mean?
Terry Bradshaw thinks of this picture, each person being a different look of his.
Copycat: See what you mean? What are you even talking about?
Bradshaw: And Steve Awesome? More like Steve BOTTOM. I mean, JUST LOOK AT HIM!
Copycat raises an eyebrow and looks around, finding nothing while Terry Bradshaw starts thinking about this.
Copycat: I don’t even know what you’re talking about! I don’t see anyone! I'm not some mind reader!
Bradshaw: Steve might think he knows what’s best for you, but he just really knows what’s best for himself. That’s why he’s making you think that he likes you! Don’t trust him! He will cheat and manipulate and lie and do whatever he needs to do to win so the way I think is, if his name is Bottom, well you better kick him down to the bottom where he belongs!
Copycat: It’s Awesome.
Bradshaw: YES, COPYCAT. The X*Crown IS awesome! You’re getting it now! Now you’re properly seeing your true potential! Visualize your success!
Copycat: …
Bradshaw: And then there’s Raiden! And he’s… Well… He’s boring!
Copycat: …What?
Bradshaw: All he does is talk to people that no one knows and no one cares about, and we’re supposed to act like we give two craps about it! He’s never going to win a match with that!
Copycat: What does that have to do with anything? And you know I’ve been hanging out with a lawyer, and a guy who fixes the rings.
Bradshaw: And former X*Crown Champion himself, Reeshi!
Copycat: THAT’S NOT REALLY REESH…
Copycat stops himself.
Copycat: You know what? …Yeah. And Reeshi.
Bradshaw: And not only is he boring, but he loses! Even when he was in a team with a teammate as unstoppable and as someone as intimidating as you, he STILL lost! That just SHOWS how much better than him you are!
Copycat: Well yeah, but it’s not like I was the one who pinned him or tapped him out. I can’t take credit for that.
Terry Bradshaw stops dead in his tracks.
Bradshaw: WHAT!? Who told you that!? What stupid, sorry son of a bitch tried riddling your mind with such foolishness?!
Copycat: Reeshi did.
Bradshaw: Reeshi did!? Oh… Well he didn’t get to be X*Crown Champion for nothing. You might be screwed.
Copycat stares incredulously at Bradshaw.
Bradshaw: Oh wait. No! He was TESTING you! Like in The Matrix! Remember when The Oracle told Leo that he WASN’T the one just to test him?
Copycat: Mr. Bradshaw, that’s just a movie.
Bradshaw: No, Copycat. In order to be the X*Crown Champion, you need to THINK like an X*Crown Champion. That’s very valuable advice. Which leads me to one more person, one more sorry loser. The X*Crown Champion himself… for now, Zoran Sainovic.
Copycat: How is that the only name you didn’t butcher?
Bradshaw: We all know about him. He’s cocky. Arrogant. He thinks he knows it all. And plus, he doesn’t even know you. Just like Dylan said, there’s nothing but preconceived notions all around. There’s nothing but assumptions. They think you’re weak. They think you’re a loser. They think you are going to come up short and walk out of here like the failure that they’ve been thinking that you are.
Terry Bradshaw and Copycat passed through a crosswalk and then turned the corner.
Bradshaw: But they also said that from the last match through. You’ve proved them fools, and you’re going to prove Zoran to be a fool this time. Send him back to the past like the quality of every single picture there is of him because you are COPYCAT. And at Supremacy, you will be RIGHTFULLY CROWNED AS THE X*CROWN CHAMPION!
Copycat: I hope so.
Terry Bradshaw and Copycat stop at a house.
Copycat: What are we doing here?
Bradshaw: We are figuring out the future, my dear Copycat. We are figuring out the future.
The scene fades out with this text crawling across the screen:
Larry: And for this reason, Mr. Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, while the XHF Network finds the spamming e-mails of laughter from King Edmund IV upon the news of Her Royal Highness, Queen Elizabeth II, the XHF Network finds it necessary to once again refer your concerns to the management of Champoon Wrasslin’. Although it is understood that management has been increasingly difficult to successfully contact, they remain the proper venue to relay your grievance. Signed the XHF Network. Hmmm… Is there one F or two Fs in the word difficult?
Copycat: You really don’t know how many Fs are in the word difficult?
Larry: Of course I do. I just find if I keep talking, it will mean that you don’t talk, and I’d much rather hear the sound of my own voice than the sound of yours.
Copycat: Oh, well that’s fair enough, I suppose! Believe it or not, this hasn’t been the first time I’ve heard that! You see, there’s this one time I got kicked out of this homeless shelter. I saw this one guy with a Spike Kane t-shirt and I was like, ‘Oh wow. He’s gained a lot of weight!’ And he was like, ‘What do you mean?’ and then I went on about how the Spike Kane I knew didn’t have a huge pot belly, not that I’m judging. Especially now since I’m nearly in my third trimester and-
Larry: -How many Fs in difficult again?
Copycat: Oh! One. Just one. You know, for a ‘difficult’ word, it was kind of an easy question, huh!? Kind of funny, right?! RIGHT!?
Larry feigns laughter.
Larry: Heh… Heh… Right.
Copycat: But what’s not easy is this match that’s coming up. Like, I have to take on the best that the XHF has to offer today. And I mean, other than Raiden - and he’s been VERY close - they’ve ALL won the X*Crown Championship before. I’m the only one that hasn’t! Did you know that?
Larry: Of course I knew that. I once almost had to send a Cease and Desist letter to a company for trying to steal the X*Crown’s likeness.
Copycat: Really? Another fed once tried to call their belt the X*Crown Championship?
Larry: No. They just tried to make a belt that’s made up of world titles from defunct promotions. That’s clearly a legal issue. That’s theft of intellectual property!
Copycat: Wow. I’d never want to wrestle for a place like that.
Larry: …You don’t say.
For a half-second, there’s a pause.
Copycat: OH, and did I tell you about the time when-
Copycat stops at his cell phone rings. He pushes his hands into his pockets (Yes, both hands in both pockets), and pulls out his phone. With a smile, Copycat points his free hand to the phone and lifts his index and pinky finger as if to gesture the sentiment, “I’m on the phone.” Exasperated, Larry slowly shakes his head.
Copycat: This is Copycat, I’m not here right now! Go ahead and leave me a message BEEEEEEP! Haha! Just kidding, I’m here. May I ask who is speaking?
Pause. Copycat’s demeanor quickly fades and his smile shortly disappears completely.
Copycat: Oh, it’s you… Yeah. I mean, yeah. It’s only right, I suppose OK, I’ll be there soon. I just… I just need to clear it with my friend first but yeah. OK. Bye.
Copycat hangs up the phone. There’s a period of silence for a few seconds first.
Copycat: Hey, it wouldn’t upset you if I had to take care of some business, is it?
Larry: Go for it.
Copycat: …oh, really? I expected you to be more upset about me leaving.
Larry: …I mean, 'Oh no. …Please hurry back…'
Copycat opens the door and points his index finger straight towards Larry.
Copycat: Don’t worry! I’ll be back soon, best buddy!
The door loudly closes as Copycat rushes away. After a moment, Larry picks up the phone and presses an extension on the landline.
Larry: Hey, Linda? Yeah, please mark me down for a sick day. I’ve suddenly developed a migraine.
The scene cuts to the local Starbucks. Copycat is sitting down at a table, sipping on a hot beverage.
Copycat: So is there a reason you wanted to chat? A lot has changed since we last spoke.
The camera spun around to…
Bradshaw: Which one of these sandwiches would you prefer?
Copycat: I think they’re both the same sandwich, Mr. Bradshaw.
Bradshaw: Oh. So do you want both of them or just one?
Copycat sighs.
Copycat: You know, there was a day where I would rush at that sandwich at full speed. I would scratch, claw and make a spectacle out of myself if it meant I could crumbs from that sandwich. I would know. I’ve been kicked out of several restaurant establishments for doing so. But not anymore, Mr. Bradshaw. The days of being on the brink of destruction are far behind me. The days of falling into your traps because that was all I could do are-
Bradshaw: I made sure to add in extra pickles?
Copycat: Did you… Did you say extra pickles?
The scene cuts to Copycat scarfing down the second burger. He continues on until he starts wheezing. That’s when he lifts up his shirt to expose his pregnant beer belly and undoes the button on his pants.
Bradshaw: How was it?
Copycat: I don’t even care what you did to poison it. That was so worth it.
Copycat reaches for his hot beverage and begins to drink.
Bradshaw: You seem like you’re in good spirits.
Copycat: Well I’m basically a main eventer in the XHF Network now. I’m the Cinderella story coming true. The fans know that I’m the underdog and they’re all rallying behind me. I’m on top of the world!
Bradshaw: Copycat, my boy. You don’t have to do this.
Copycat: Word around the water cooler is that when I win, Steve, Dylan, Raiden and Zoran are going to hoist me over their shoulders. They’re going to cheer and celebrate and be like, “Oh wow, Copycat! I knew you could do it!”
Bradshaw: It’s OK to be scared.
The tempo from Copycat speeds up.
Copycat: And there will be confetti and Mongo himself will come out there with a trophy and he’ll be like, “Copycat, how silly of me to have forgotten who you are! You’re amazing!”
Bradshaw: Copycat, please!
Copycat: And maybe there will be a statue of me! And January 29th will be International Copycat Day! The whole world will celebrate! And-
Bradshaw: COPYCAT!
Copycat: FINE! I’M SCARED! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR FROM ME!? Zoran is ruthless, and that’s the kind of person he’s always been! Raiden is the person who has ended Chris Card’s seemingly unstoppable Prestige Championship reign in the AWF! And I’m not sure what scares me most about Dylan - the thought of him ringing my ears or his father blinding my eyes! The only one in the match who’s even remotely nice to me in this match is Steve Awesome, and I feel like there’s something about that hug at Battle for Hegemony that makes me feel that he’s not really wanting to be my friend!
Bradshaw: Copycat, I get how you feel. You’re getting nervous. Let’s take things one step at a time. First off, the match isn’t happening right now. Take a second. Breathe. Have another sip of your tea.
Copycat hyperventilated into his cup of tea for a moment before slowly taking a sip. As he did, his face scrunched.
Bradshaw: Is there a problem?
Copycat: Ugh… It’s fine.
Bradshaw: My boy, you can tell me anything.
Copycat: Well, it’s just that… I ordered a chamomile tea, but all I’m tasting is caramel. I think that they misunderstood me when I placed the order.
Bradshaw: Oh, I see. Well, here. I’ll have them fix your order for you.
Terry Bradshaw walks away and turns the corner out of Copycat’s line of sight. He heads toward the counter. Copycat licks some ketchup off of his plate until he startles due to a loud banging on the counter just a moment later. He quickly gets up and buttons his pants to see a shocked young employee handing Terry Bradshaw a to-go cup of tea. As usual, Terry Bradshaw is sporting his unsettling smile. He nudges the drink into Copycat’s chest as he walks past.
Bradshaw: Here, let’s go for a walk.
Copycat nods and follows him out the door. He sips the drink.
Copycat: Thanks for fixing the order, Mr. Bradshaw. The order’s perfect this time around! But, uh… What happened to that employee? She looks scared.
Bradshaw: Oh, we just had a conversation. But let’s talk less about boiled tree leaves and more about Supremacy. And more importantly, about your victory.
Copycat: Mr. Bradshaw, I already told you! I can’t win!
Bradshaw: Not only can you win, my young apprentice. You will. I have predicted it.
Copycat: …W …What?
Bradshaw: Tell me, who predicted my first two divorces?
Copycat: Well you did, but you're also the one that filled out the paperwork and-
Bradshaw: And who predicted that Rob Arnold would win that XHF Rumble match when we watched it back in September?
Copycat: It was a rerun. The actual match happened in 2018.
Bradshaw: And who predicted 9/11?
Copycat: I’m still not convinced you had nothing to do with it!
Bradshaw: The point is, all my predictions have come true and this next one is going to come true too.
Copycat: But what about the other fighters? Like Dylan?
Bradshaw: Dylan? Like Dylan Whack? The guy who spends five minutes with Spike King and thinks he’s in hell? He’s the kind of guy who insults Raiden by going back five years but ignores in that time, all he’s done is change his last name a couple of times and decided that he should look like the Alabama version of himself that pounds a couple sixers of Budweiser every night and regularly changes his Facebook picture to reflect the newest picture of the fish he caught. See what I mean?
Terry Bradshaw thinks of this picture, each person being a different look of his.
Copycat: See what you mean? What are you even talking about?
Bradshaw: And Steve Awesome? More like Steve BOTTOM. I mean, JUST LOOK AT HIM!
Copycat raises an eyebrow and looks around, finding nothing while Terry Bradshaw starts thinking about this.
Copycat: I don’t even know what you’re talking about! I don’t see anyone! I'm not some mind reader!
Bradshaw: Steve might think he knows what’s best for you, but he just really knows what’s best for himself. That’s why he’s making you think that he likes you! Don’t trust him! He will cheat and manipulate and lie and do whatever he needs to do to win so the way I think is, if his name is Bottom, well you better kick him down to the bottom where he belongs!
Copycat: It’s Awesome.
Bradshaw: YES, COPYCAT. The X*Crown IS awesome! You’re getting it now! Now you’re properly seeing your true potential! Visualize your success!
Copycat: …
Bradshaw: And then there’s Raiden! And he’s… Well… He’s boring!
Copycat: …What?
Bradshaw: All he does is talk to people that no one knows and no one cares about, and we’re supposed to act like we give two craps about it! He’s never going to win a match with that!
Copycat: What does that have to do with anything? And you know I’ve been hanging out with a lawyer, and a guy who fixes the rings.
Bradshaw: And former X*Crown Champion himself, Reeshi!
Copycat: THAT’S NOT REALLY REESH…
Copycat stops himself.
Copycat: You know what? …Yeah. And Reeshi.
Bradshaw: And not only is he boring, but he loses! Even when he was in a team with a teammate as unstoppable and as someone as intimidating as you, he STILL lost! That just SHOWS how much better than him you are!
Copycat: Well yeah, but it’s not like I was the one who pinned him or tapped him out. I can’t take credit for that.
Terry Bradshaw stops dead in his tracks.
Bradshaw: WHAT!? Who told you that!? What stupid, sorry son of a bitch tried riddling your mind with such foolishness?!
Copycat: Reeshi did.
Bradshaw: Reeshi did!? Oh… Well he didn’t get to be X*Crown Champion for nothing. You might be screwed.
Copycat stares incredulously at Bradshaw.
Bradshaw: Oh wait. No! He was TESTING you! Like in The Matrix! Remember when The Oracle told Leo that he WASN’T the one just to test him?
Copycat: Mr. Bradshaw, that’s just a movie.
Bradshaw: No, Copycat. In order to be the X*Crown Champion, you need to THINK like an X*Crown Champion. That’s very valuable advice. Which leads me to one more person, one more sorry loser. The X*Crown Champion himself… for now, Zoran Sainovic.
Copycat: How is that the only name you didn’t butcher?
Bradshaw: We all know about him. He’s cocky. Arrogant. He thinks he knows it all. And plus, he doesn’t even know you. Just like Dylan said, there’s nothing but preconceived notions all around. There’s nothing but assumptions. They think you’re weak. They think you’re a loser. They think you are going to come up short and walk out of here like the failure that they’ve been thinking that you are.
Terry Bradshaw and Copycat passed through a crosswalk and then turned the corner.
Bradshaw: But they also said that from the last match through. You’ve proved them fools, and you’re going to prove Zoran to be a fool this time. Send him back to the past like the quality of every single picture there is of him because you are COPYCAT. And at Supremacy, you will be RIGHTFULLY CROWNED AS THE X*CROWN CHAMPION!
Copycat: I hope so.
Terry Bradshaw and Copycat stop at a house.
Copycat: What are we doing here?
Bradshaw: We are figuring out the future, my dear Copycat. We are figuring out the future.
The scene fades out with this text crawling across the screen:
[TO BE CONTINUED]
