Post by RaceFanX on Jun 10, 2007 23:38:17 GMT -5
(The Touchtone Pictures logo is shown, the screen cuts to a dimily lit room. It's rundown, this place looks like the bathroom out of Saw. Tic-Tac is chained to the wall. He's coming out of a deep sleep, almost as if drugged)
Tic-Tac: Huh, what?
Voice: Good, your alive. I see the rumors of your death were highly exaggerated...well at least for now.
Tic-Tac: Oh great, you again.
(The voice steps out of the shadows. It's RaceFanX the character)
RaceFanX: Been a while hasn't it. You haven't changed a bit Tac.
(Both are very sarcastic, neither seems pleased to see the other)
Tic-Tac: Nor have you, Speed Racer. Still driving that dressed up cop car and pretending it's a Corvette?
RaceFanX: Still can't understand you Tac but I'll cut right to business. As you recall you cooked up that little germ that makes people into dogs. I stopped you from using it, handed it over the government who put it under the absolute tightest of security measures. Well, until recently. You see a group of terrorists got a hold of it. I dunno how, nor do I rightly care. Point is, I need your help. I need you to make a chemical that I can neutralize the germ with before a bomb filled with stuff goes off in the middle of a giant soccer stadium filled to capacity in Mexico City. It is now 2 PM on Monday and the attack is scheduled for 7 PM on Friday. 4 days, 5 hours.
(Tac just chuckes at the idea)
RaceFanX: Whats a matter, puppy doesn't know how to play the good guy for once. I'll fix that.
(Flips a switch illuminating a table saw. Tac chuckles again)
Tac: Torture, how crude.
(X then takes out a dog carrier and opens it)
RaceFanX: I'll start with the dewclaws, then the pads, claws, paws, legs, tail and if you haven't caved by then I'll split the difference with ya down the middle.
Tac: Huh?
(RaceFanX removes an unconscious Dipstick from the carrier and places him on the table with the band saw. Tac almost looks nervous)
X: I'll take three quick barks as an agreement to my terms. Better be loud so I hear them over the saw. Choice is yours Tac, your pride or your friend's life...
(He stars it up and starts to inch Dipstick's leg closer and closer to it...)
Meant to somewhat send-up all the 24-esque shows. I've been developing this fic for a while but I want to test the waters before I procede further.
Tic-Tac: Huh, what?
Voice: Good, your alive. I see the rumors of your death were highly exaggerated...well at least for now.
Tic-Tac: Oh great, you again.
(The voice steps out of the shadows. It's RaceFanX the character)
RaceFanX: Been a while hasn't it. You haven't changed a bit Tac.
(Both are very sarcastic, neither seems pleased to see the other)
Tic-Tac: Nor have you, Speed Racer. Still driving that dressed up cop car and pretending it's a Corvette?
RaceFanX: Still can't understand you Tac but I'll cut right to business. As you recall you cooked up that little germ that makes people into dogs. I stopped you from using it, handed it over the government who put it under the absolute tightest of security measures. Well, until recently. You see a group of terrorists got a hold of it. I dunno how, nor do I rightly care. Point is, I need your help. I need you to make a chemical that I can neutralize the germ with before a bomb filled with stuff goes off in the middle of a giant soccer stadium filled to capacity in Mexico City. It is now 2 PM on Monday and the attack is scheduled for 7 PM on Friday. 4 days, 5 hours.
(Tac just chuckes at the idea)
RaceFanX: Whats a matter, puppy doesn't know how to play the good guy for once. I'll fix that.
(Flips a switch illuminating a table saw. Tac chuckles again)
Tac: Torture, how crude.
(X then takes out a dog carrier and opens it)
RaceFanX: I'll start with the dewclaws, then the pads, claws, paws, legs, tail and if you haven't caved by then I'll split the difference with ya down the middle.
Tac: Huh?
(RaceFanX removes an unconscious Dipstick from the carrier and places him on the table with the band saw. Tac almost looks nervous)
X: I'll take three quick barks as an agreement to my terms. Better be loud so I hear them over the saw. Choice is yours Tac, your pride or your friend's life...
(He stars it up and starts to inch Dipstick's leg closer and closer to it...)
Meant to somewhat send-up all the 24-esque shows. I've been developing this fic for a while but I want to test the waters before I procede further.