FOOD BATTLE 2012 ANNOUNCEMENT!/Script

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 MAILMAN (Rings the doorbell several times while holding a box) Got another package for ya!

ANTHONY

Awesome!

(Opens box to reveal a stuffed cat inside)

It's perfect!

'''MAILMAN '''

That's like the 10th one this week! What's it for?

<p style="text-align:center;">ANTHONY

<p style="text-align:center;"><font face=Courier New>Let me show you!

<font face=Courier New>(Cuts to Ian's room, filled with cats)

<p style="text-align:center;">'''<font face=Courier New>ANTHONY '''

<p style="text-align:center;"><font face=Courier New>This is my kitten room.

<font face=Courier New>(Everything kittens in the room)

<p style="text-align:center;">'''<font face=Courier New>MAILMAN '''

<p style="text-align:center;"><font face=Courier New>Oooh.

<font face=Courier New>Anthony: Yeah, see ever since I beat Ian in Food Battle 2011, I thought, "Hey, why not do something awesome with his room?

<font face=Courier New>Mailman: I heard you didn't actually beat him, cause it was never officially announced.

<font face=Courier New>(11 months, one week, and one day earlier)

<font face=Courier New>Anthony: Oh god no...J-just to say I've won Food Battle!

<font face=Courier New>Announcer: A-Anthony, you just won...(groans before dying)

<font face=Courier New>Anthony: No...(looks at Ian)...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

<font face=Courier New>(Flashback ends)

<font face=Courier New>Anthony: (now with a new shirt) I won fair and square! I don't need some stupid guy with the microphone to tell me if I won or not!

<font face=Courier New>Mailman: Well, whatever man. so, why kittens? Why not elephants or...

<font face=Courier New>Ian: (pops up out of nowhere as a a zombie, supposedly killing the mailman in the process) I'm Back!

<font face=Courier New>Anthony: Great.

<font face=Courier New>Ian: Hey, Hey aren't you happy I'm back?

<font face=Courier New>Anthony: Nope.

<font face=Courier New>Ian: Well, don't you at least want to know how I escaped the Underworld?

<font face=Courier New>Anthony: Double nope.

<font face=Courier New>Ian: I had to fight the toughest fight of my life to get out of there.

<font face=Courier New>(scene cuts to Hell, with Ian playing Twister)

<font face=Courier New>Ian: I'm having a so much fun, Grim Reaper! (Spins) Right hand red!

<font face=Courier New>Grim Reaper: (tries to reach, but fails) Whatever man! You win! JUST LEAVE!

<font face=Courier New>(scene cuts back to hallway)

<font face=Courier New>Ian: So, now that I'm back I think it's time for Food Battle 2012, you have two seconds to choose your food.

<font face=Courier New>Anthony: What?! I'd would way more time than that!

<font face=Courier New>Ian: Okay, you have two minutes to choose your food!

<font face=Courier New>Anthony: can i get like two months?

<font face=Courier New>Ian: Okay, fine! Two months! I need to get a little reconstructive surgery anyway. No girls wants a guy that looks like a zombie, stupid right?

<font face=Courier New>Anthony: Totally.

<font face=Courier New>Ian: and, I should probably do something about my stench.

<font face=Courier New>Anthony: no dude! you small like that way before you died.

<font face=Courier New>Ian: Oh...

<font face=Courier New>Narrator: Food Battle 2012 is almost here! And Anthony needs Your help to pick his food--

<font face=Courier New>Anthony: No I Don't! I can just choose it my--

<font face=Courier New>Narrator: You can choose from these following Badass foods--

<font face=Courier New>Anthony: But wait! I-I could just...

<font face=Courier New>Ian: shhh! Let the play man do his thing!

<font face=Courier New>Anthony: Fine. Go ahead!