I send chills up and down their spine!
Aug 12, 2023 22:52:00 GMT -5
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Post by Visit Neom on Aug 12, 2023 22:52:00 GMT -5
(The scene opens on a redesigned Reedy Creek garage. The walls are now painted to resemble blood red mountains and skies. George Lucas sits at a receptionist kiosk and files his nails. Behind him is a giant, framed photo of John Carmack. A confused Marty walks in.)
Marty: George! What happened here?
George: Hi, do you have an appointment?
Marty: Why would I need that?
George: To see the owner of Reedy Creek Racing.
Marty: Have you gone senile? You’re looking at him. Me! Disney’s Marty Donovan!
(The door to Marty’s office opens and out walks the alleged owner in an oversized suit coat.)
The deal is finalized, and the name on the contract does say Disney’s.
Tinto: However, it reads Disney’s little orphan Tinto!
Marty: Where do I even begin? You’re not actually an orphan, you aren’t sponsored by Disney and you sure as hell don’t own my race team.
(Ollie walks in,giving Marty a play a long look and hands him a contract.)
Ollie: Apparently Tinto found the paperwork you gave me when we took a break last month. He’s made himself the owner of Reedy Creek Racing.
Marty: Oh, you mean the legal document that only adults can sign?
Tinto: Nuh-uh!
Marty: You didn’t even write your name. It says Doomguy Junior.
Tinto: So that it's also binding on Mars.
(Ollie whispers to Marty.)
Ollie: Just humor him. Poor Tinto’s been so bummed about MOTHER disbanding.
(Marty watches the meak boy adjust his clip on tie and feels pity. He flips through the contract.)
Marty: Congrats little buddy. Looks like you got your own race team.
Tinto: Wow, thanks mister Marty! Just wait, I have the perfect plan to win the Sippy cup!
Marty: What’s that?
(Tinto pulls out a pink slip.)
Tinto: Firing your worthless butt.
(Marty throws off his suit coat in a fit of Flair like anger as Ollie laughs.)
Marty: OH GIVE ME A FREAKING BREAK!
Tinto: Come on, Mister Marty. Think about it. Why has a driver as talented as Miss Ollie won so few trophies?
Marty: Horrific judging? It always comes down to some blurry, doof floof photo finish.
Tinto: Because she’s constantly being distracted from training by her boy toy.
(Ollie is choking back tears from the laughter now as Marty elbow drops his jacket in anger.)
Marty: That is not true! Ollie, tell him it isn’t true. Olivia! Tell him!
(She just keeps laughing. Marty is offended.)
Marty: I’m not your boy toy!
Tinto: Look, Mister Marty. Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. Pack up your things and leave or I’ll call security.
Marty: Oh, Tinto is going to call security. I’m so scared. Is it his wittle buddy from recess?
(Deacon Oldham walks in the room and cracks his knuckles. Marty shrieks and runs away.)
Marty: You can keep my stuff!
(George Lucas answers a phone on his desk.)
George: Bob Chapek on line one. He’s looking for work.
Tinto: Tell him I’m in a meeting.
(The shot fades out as Tinto sits in a beanbag chair and boots up DOOM.)