Mission Accomplished (Frank Dubaine)

[AJ Riles]

The camera fades in to a dimly lit hallway backstage, where three familiar silhouettes are seen, one of which is perched atop a supply trunk, a lit cigarette in his mouth.

"Alright, go ahead and call him. And put him on speaker. I'm not gonna shell out for that damn conference call fee." The figure with the cigarette spits, as the smallest of the three nods, pressing a few buttons on the cellular phone in his hand. The figure then holds up the phone as the voice of Frank Dubaine pipes up, sounding as though his lunch had just been interrupted.

"What is the meaning of--?!"

"We finished your little job, Frank." The cigarette figure interrupts. There is silence from the other end. "Actually, it was easier than I thought it'd be... Who ever guessed such a standard method would be so effective?"

"Tha' wuz me--!"

"Quiet down." The cigarette figure interrupted, flicking his cigarette in the direction of the smallest individual.

"C'mon, man! Aren't you gonna say anything?!"

"Mm."

"Well, in any case, about our position..."

[Spazz]

"Oh you finished it did you? Alright. We're back in Atlanta for next week's show, so the three of you head down there. I'm sure I'll find something for you to do, someone you can make miserable. Maybe I'll even start paying you to do this stuff."

[AJ Riles]

"Atlanta again, huh? Alright, Frank, we'll be there." The cigarette figure, sans cigarette, gives a single low chuckle. "Just...do give us something challenging this time, huh?"