**Flint and Supernatural are playing blackjack and drinking beer. Carry on my wayward son by kansas is playing. **
Supernatural: I can't believe you changed your name. Fucking doofus.
Flint: Look if this fed ever wants to be respectable, it can't have wrestlers named whydoicry winning the title.
Supernatural: You are not going to win the title. Not So Silent Bob is a rat. Everyone thinks it is you.
Flint: Deal the cards bitch. Besides shouldn't you worry about Entropy?
Supernatural: No. The fed is closing and I haven't dealt with Entropy since he interfered in my match. Why bother? I got a better chance of jerking off a dude than fighting him.
**Scene ends**