[Like zOMG, he's doing another are pee?]

[Hell can haz freeze ovar!1]

[Or something.]

[MOAR PADDING!]

[Anyway.]

[They came, they saw, they lost. Sonuvabitch! Team Danger lost. Team Danger lost to the Untouchables. What in the god damn hell is this world coming to when Team Danger can't suddenly show up and start running things like they always have?]

[Well, I mean, of course they have gotten older... but screw that noise. TEAM DANGER! They don't lose. They mostly do what they do and then stop showing up or get thrown out.]

[But they never lose.]

[Ah well. They lost. Untouchables still lost in the end and that's all that matters right?]

[Right?]

[Meh.]

[It was a hell of a show though, yeah?]

[Indeed.]

[And dat cage match!]

[I know right?]

[So uh. Is this enough padding?]

[MOAR?]

[Nah, lets get on with it.]

[Okay, okay. On like Donkey Kong in three?]

[ENOUGH PADDING!!1]

[Fine!]

[Hit that lever over there so we can get this train wreck of what the fuckery on the way.]

[Levered.]

[Fade.]

[A few days after the events of UNTOUCHABLE.]

[Tyrone Walker and friends have returned to Jacksonville of the state known as Florida where their home and ever growing empire of enterprises exists.]

[Yes. Two grown ass, allegedly heterosexual men still live together in what might as well be the Never Never Land of aging man-children.]

[Oh right, we were fading.]

[My bad, still trying to sneak moar padding in.]

[Up.]

[Set on the couch in front of us is the dastardly and dashing duo of the Legendary Team Danger who are in the midst of watching the playback of UNTOUCHABLE.]

[And No, to answer your question. They are not cuddling close together and softly caressing each other.]

TY:
"Damn, I knew shit got a lil wild, but that bitch beat a nigga like a goddamn slave. I might need to come back for some reparations or somethin. Dag!"

KOP:
"Silly negroes, handouts are for rich white folks."

[Ty sighs and lowers his head in mock sadness.]

TY:
"I know... but... still, reparations man, I can haz want'em, y'know?"

[Out.]

[Wait.]

[What?]

[That's it? That's all we're gonna give the masses?]

[Uh, yeah.]

[Okay. Just making sure is all.]

[Bye!]

[Credits.]





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[EASTER EGG SCENE JUST LIKE THE MARVEL MOVIES!]





[Later on that night.]

[Dial tone.]

[Numbers being dialed.]

[Waiting.]

[Sick of You by GWAR.]

ERIC DANE!:

"Your check is in the mail, cracka."

TYRONE WALKER:
"Uh right, sup nigga?"

DEE:
"Running things again, so... busy."

TY:
"Words. So hey."

DEE:
"Yeah?"

TY:
"I had fun. Like, real fun."

DEE:
"Yeah, and?"

TY:
"And I was..."

[Out.]

[C'mon man, that is dirty.]

[I know right?]

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