Back Again.

[Rad Gnarley]

*The camera cuts to outside Dubaine's office. Standing in front of the secretary, who is looking on in indifference, are a pair not seen in AWF for quite some time.

The first has blonde hair and is wearing a Hawaiian shirt with white capri style pants, and is wielding a surf board. The other wears clothing similar to a construction outfit, though he has a leather like sack over his head with eye holes. Slung over his shoulder is a jackhammer.*

?: Uhh, Dudette? Like, could you maybe tell Mr. Dubaine that we're here. And like, if possible can ya do it faast?

*His voice seems mellow though his face looks slightly uneasy.*

Secretary: And you are...

?: Oh, like duh, chheeyaa. The name's Rad, Rad Gnarley, heh. Mr. Dubaine should be, like, expecting us.

*The secretary merely raises her eyebrow before looking to the other person.*

Secretary: And this is..

Rad: Heha, this is my tag partner, Bulldozer, but I just call 'im Dozer cause it's like, much much hipper cheeyaa.

*He nods his head as he finishes the sentence, a goofy grin on his face. The secretary just stares at the man before her, who just stands there, stoic.*

Rad: Oh, but he can't, like, talk or nothin, causa' the accident. Cheeyaa, after like, the last time we were here, he like totally had to go back and work construction, and there was like a totally gnarly accident that messed up his face and, like, his vocal cords something gnarly. It was like, totally not coool.

*He looks serious if not for the goofy grin. The secretary rubs her forehead as if to say, 'why are you telling me all this', before pushing the 'com button.*

Secretary: Mr. Dubaine, there's..uh, some people to see you.

Rad: Oh, yea, you like, can totally call us by our tag name Dudette. Like, just call us Surf 'N Turf.

*He smiles big, bobbing his head as she groans, pleading in her mind for Dubaine to hurry and get them away...*

[Spazz]

Dubaine came back on the com. "Send them in. And Mrs. Pelham?"

"Yes?"

"Have you called my pharmacy yet?"

"Not yet Mr. Dubaine."

"Dammit. I need those pills."

[Rad Gnarley]

*As SnT enter the office, Dubaine is gently massaging his temples.*

Rad: Duuubaaiine, cheeyaa, my maaan. How is it duuude.

*Dubaine just looks up wincing at the slight whine in Rad's voice.*

Rad: Dude, it's like sooo tubular to be back in the AWF. And like, specially after last time, it'll be totally radical to actually get to have some like, real matches. Ya know, not just like that jumpin we got from those one douches, cheeyyaa.

*His head nodding continues with each word. Dozer, stoic as ever, just stands staring at Dubaine, jackhammer still slung up.*

Rad: So, like dude, uhh, I know me and Dozer are set to do some taggin', but like, uh, what's the deal with that freaky dude on the big screens?

He's kinda weird, like, is there some sorta big issue going on or something, cause like, I don't have insurance yet...

*Rad turns to look out the door as if he thinks 'that freaky dude' is gonna jump out. As he turns, the surfboard under his arm swings wildly back, nearly smacking Dubaine in the side of the head as he jerks back to dodge it.*

Rad: I don't know dude, feels like bad hoodoo or some junk like that.

*Dubaine is about to reply regarding the board swinging, but quickly has to dive to the side, sprawling on the floor, to once again narrowly miss being whacked as Rad turns back to him.*

Rad: Whoa dude, didja like drop a contact or something. Your suit looks kinda nice, don't know why ya'd get it dirty on the floor like that, cheeyaa..

[Spazz]

Dubaine groaned lightly to himself as he put himself back in his office chair. He continues to rub his temples and mumbles to himself. SnT cannot understand what he is saying, but the words "happy place" can be heard over and over again at certain points.

"Okay," Dubaine took a big swig from his whiskey jar, forgoing the glass all together in this instance. "Rule number one of AWF, surfboards stay in the locker room."

Rad started to mention something about the contracts saying that rule number one was something about illegal substances, but Dubaine slams his fist onto his desk. "RULE NUMBER ONE SAYS SURFBOARDS STAY IN THE LOCKER ROOM!" Rad and Dozer both jump back at Dubaine's outburst and Rad quickly nods in understanding.

"Now then, since we got that out of the way, the 'deal' with the 'big freaky dude' on the big screen is the reason that God created these!" He held up his bottle of migraine pills, which he just turns up and downs the last remaining pills and chases it down with even more whiskey.

[Rad Gnarley]

*As Dubaine downs his 'happy juice', Dozer attempts to regain his look of strength, though he still has his hand over his chest, Frank's outburst nearly giving him a heart attack.

Rad meanwhile hastily checks his board for nicks. Once he's sure it's ok, giving the upper edge a quick wax, he turns his attention to Dubaine.*

Rad: Ok dude, we can tell you must be like, totally totally busy, so we'll go ahead and like, take our leaves.

*Dozer proceeds out with Rad in tow. Just as he is almost out the door, he turns back around, catching Dubaine's secretary with his board and sending her sprawling over her desk, papers are suddenly snowing down.*

Rad: Oh, and dude, like, if you ever, and I mean like totally ever need anything from SnT, like don't hesitate dude. Cheeyaaa.

*He bobs his head with his goofy grin before disappearing off after Dozer.*