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'''JAPANESE CULTURE GREG:''' Is it anything like drift racing? | '''JAPANESE CULTURE GREG:''' Is it anything like drift racing? | ||
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+ | '''SCIENCE FICTION GREG:''' Uh, I think there are some foots ''{said to rhyme with "loots"}''... and uh... perchance a balls? | ||
+ | |||
+ | ''{Cut to a closeup of D N'D Greg. He's smiling and has sharp teeth. A scroll appears next to him, which has the following written on it:}'' | ||
+ | |||
+ | <blockquote>The offensive team has 4<br/> | ||
+ | chances to advance the ball<br/> | ||
+ | 10 yards at a time with the<br/> | ||
+ | objective being to cross the<br/> | ||
+ | opposing teams<!--sic--> goal line<br/> | ||
+ | using either running plays<br/> | ||
+ | or passing plays or any<br/> | ||
+ | combination thereof.</blockquote> | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''D N'D GREG:''' The offensive team has four chances to advance the ball ten yards at a time with the objective being... | ||
+ | |||
+ | ''{The other two Gregs are visibly confused. D N'D Greg looks at them with annoyance. Crickets chirp.}'' | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''SCIENCE FICTION GREG:''' It's like I don't even know you anymore. | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''D N'D GREG:''' Fantasy football still counts as fantasy! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ''{Open Source Greg appears, holding a box of food.}'' | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''OPEN SOURCE GREG:''' Gentlemen, I've taken advantage in a security flaw in the concession stand mainframe and bit-torrented us some Sugar Daddys and hot dogs! | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''JAPANESE CULTURE GREG:''' But the concession stand is just some booster club okasan ''{the word in the text bubble is "moms" until he gets to it; his face returns to the "anime" style on that word alone}'' with a shoebox full of ones. | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''OPEN SOURCE GREG:''' Then who did I launch my denial of service attack against? | ||
+ | |||
+ | ''{Cut to a drawing of a computer screen. The computer is in a browser, on the page "www.tompkins.tv", which is for "Tompkins' Hot Lady Escort Service". Tompkins' face is in the middle of the screen. The page has been viewed "2.4" times.}'' | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''NARRATOR STRONG BAD:''' ''{in a high-pitched voice; the word appears across the screen as he says it}'' HAXXORED!!! | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''TOMPKINS:''' Ow! All my client! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ''{Cut back to the game. D N'D and Science Fiction Greg are in the background, as Cheerleader and a short bespectacled girl in braces walk by.}'' | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''CHEERLEADER:''' Didja hear when we walked through the seniors' section? That one boy only got BOTH my names wrong! | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''SHORT GIRL:''' You have been chosen. | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''SCIENCE FICTION GREG:''' Uh, Cheerleader, shouldn't you be out— | ||
+ | |||
+ | ''{Cut to a closeup of his mouth, showing misshapen teeth.}'' | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''SCIENCE FICTION GREG:''' Uuuuuhhhhhh... | ||
+ | |||
+ | ''{Cut back.}'' | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''SCIENCE FICTION GREG:''' —leading cheers? | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''CHEERLEADER:''' No, I'm more a cheerleader in the way I dress... and in the way I treat other girls. | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''SHORT GIRL:''' That's right. | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''CHEERLEADER:''' ''{smacks the short girl, yelling:}'' YOU DON'T SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ''{Cut to a ratty-looking mascot.}'' | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''MASCOT:''' COME ON GROWLBACKS! WE'RE NOT DEAD! AT LEAST TRY TO BEAT THE SPREAD! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ''{He does a cartwheel near an exasperated-looking color guard member.}'' | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''MASCOT:''' YAAAAY! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ''{Cut to D N'D Greg.}'' | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''D N'D GREG:''' That level 4 shambling Krenshar is attacking that slightly attractive, slightly overweight color guard maiden! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ''{He is then seen stomping on the mascot. The color guard member smirks lightly.}'' | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''MASCOT:''' Oh! Crap! Dang! Ribs! Oof! | ||
+ | |||
+ | ''{He takes off the mascot head.}'' | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''REGULAR GREG:''' Stop! It's just me, Regular Greg from AP Calculus! | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''D N'D GREG:''' Trying to take human form, eh? |
Revision as of 08:24, 16 February 2009
The four Gregs go to a football game.
Cast (in order of appearance): Science Fiction Greg, D N'D Greg, Open Source Greg, Japanese Culture Greg
Places:
Date: Monday, February 16, 2009
Running Time:
Page Title: I knew they'd come back to me...
Transcript
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{"4 Gregs" appears in the center of the screen.}
TEEN GIRL SQUAD VOICE: Four Gregs!
{The numbers 1, 2, 3, and 5 appear, and each number is crossed out over the next line.}
TEEN GIRL SQUAD VOICE: Not one, not two, not three, not five...
{"4 Gregs" appears again.}
TEEN GIRL SQUAD VOICE: Four Gregs!
{Science Fiction Greg appears, holding a bubbly-looking toy gun.}
TEEN GIRL SQUAD VOICE: Sci Fi Greg! One Greg!
{Science Fiction Greg holds up one finger. Cut to D N'D Greg holding a twenty-sided die.}
TEEN GIRL SQUAD VOICE: D N'D Greg! Two Gregs!
{D N'D Greg holds up two fingers. Cut to Open Source Greg holding a laptop.}
TEEN GIRL SQUAD VOICE: Open Source Greg! Three Gregs!
{Open Source Greg holds up three fingers. Cut to Japanese Culture Greg, holding an anime-like action figure.}
TEEN GIRL SQUAD VOICE: Japanese Culture Greg, four Gregs! {Japanese Culture Greg holds up four fingers.} Four Gregs!
{"4 Gregs" appears again. Cut to the four Gregs standing together.}
SCIENCE FICTION GREG: Shields up, everyone. I figured out what we're doing tonight, and it's not any of the stuff you're about to suggest.
D N'D GREG: Play some serious tabletop—
JAPANESE CULTURE GREG: Staring at vinyl figurines?
OPEN SOURCE GREG: Downloading several hours of—
ALL GREGS EXCEPT SCI-FI GREG: {disappointed} Oh.
SCIENCE FICTION GREG: Tonight, new Earthlings... tonight, we go... TO A VARSITY FOOTBALL GAME!
OTHER THREE GREGS: {gasp, with the word "Gasp!" drawn above them}
D N'D GREG: Into the dragon's lair?
{The text bubble remains the same but points to Japanese Culture Greg, with the word "Robotic" inserted into the sentence as he says it.}
JAPANESE CULTURE GREG: Into the robotic dragon's lair?
OPEN SOURCE GREG: Into the Apple store? {As he says "Apple", the text bubble has a "bite" taken out of it, and a leaf appears on it.}
SCIENCE FICTION GREG: That's right. It's the one time we can co-exist at the same social function with football players, but they will be powerless to ridicule and/or wedgie us!
D N'D GREG: Revenge is at hand!
OPEN SOURCE GREG: Huzzah!
JAPANESE CULTURE GREG: {his head suddenly looks extremely animeish} Otaku!
{Cut to the back of a football player wearing a jersey that reads "AT THE GAME", with "888" written below it. Then cut to a set of stands. All of the Gregs except Open Source Greg are visible.}
SCIENCE FICTION GREG: Here we are. In the middle of it all!
{Cut back to show that the three Gregs are sitting in the corner of the stands, and there is a huge radius around them where no one else is sitting; the stands are otherwise packed. There are 14:54 left on the clock, the Growlbacks have "000000" points, and the "Visitor" has 24 points.}
CROWD: YAY!!!
JAPANESE CULTURE GREG: How does football work again?
{Cut to a closeup of the Gregs.}
JAPANESE CULTURE GREG: Is it anything like drift racing?
SCIENCE FICTION GREG: Uh, I think there are some foots {said to rhyme with "loots"}... and uh... perchance a balls?
{Cut to a closeup of D N'D Greg. He's smiling and has sharp teeth. A scroll appears next to him, which has the following written on it:}
The offensive team has 4
chances to advance the ball
10 yards at a time with the
objective being to cross the
opposing teams goal line
using either running plays
or passing plays or any
combination thereof.
D N'D GREG: The offensive team has four chances to advance the ball ten yards at a time with the objective being...
{The other two Gregs are visibly confused. D N'D Greg looks at them with annoyance. Crickets chirp.}
SCIENCE FICTION GREG: It's like I don't even know you anymore.
D N'D GREG: Fantasy football still counts as fantasy!
{Open Source Greg appears, holding a box of food.}
OPEN SOURCE GREG: Gentlemen, I've taken advantage in a security flaw in the concession stand mainframe and bit-torrented us some Sugar Daddys and hot dogs!
JAPANESE CULTURE GREG: But the concession stand is just some booster club okasan {the word in the text bubble is "moms" until he gets to it; his face returns to the "anime" style on that word alone} with a shoebox full of ones.
OPEN SOURCE GREG: Then who did I launch my denial of service attack against?
{Cut to a drawing of a computer screen. The computer is in a browser, on the page "www.tompkins.tv", which is for "Tompkins' Hot Lady Escort Service". Tompkins' face is in the middle of the screen. The page has been viewed "2.4" times.}
NARRATOR STRONG BAD: {in a high-pitched voice; the word appears across the screen as he says it} HAXXORED!!!
TOMPKINS: Ow! All my client!
{Cut back to the game. D N'D and Science Fiction Greg are in the background, as Cheerleader and a short bespectacled girl in braces walk by.}
CHEERLEADER: Didja hear when we walked through the seniors' section? That one boy only got BOTH my names wrong!
SHORT GIRL: You have been chosen.
SCIENCE FICTION GREG: Uh, Cheerleader, shouldn't you be out—
{Cut to a closeup of his mouth, showing misshapen teeth.}
SCIENCE FICTION GREG: Uuuuuhhhhhh...
{Cut back.}
SCIENCE FICTION GREG: —leading cheers?
CHEERLEADER: No, I'm more a cheerleader in the way I dress... and in the way I treat other girls.
SHORT GIRL: That's right.
CHEERLEADER: {smacks the short girl, yelling:} YOU DON'T SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO!
{Cut to a ratty-looking mascot.}
MASCOT: COME ON GROWLBACKS! WE'RE NOT DEAD! AT LEAST TRY TO BEAT THE SPREAD!
{He does a cartwheel near an exasperated-looking color guard member.}
MASCOT: YAAAAY!
{Cut to D N'D Greg.}
D N'D GREG: That level 4 shambling Krenshar is attacking that slightly attractive, slightly overweight color guard maiden!
{He is then seen stomping on the mascot. The color guard member smirks lightly.}
MASCOT: Oh! Crap! Dang! Ribs! Oof!
{He takes off the mascot head.}
REGULAR GREG: Stop! It's just me, Regular Greg from AP Calculus!
D N'D GREG: Trying to take human form, eh?