**Flint and Supernatural are setting up some chairs and tables for the blackjack game. **
Supernatural: It is a shame that nobody comes to play. Nothing better than a good game of poker.
Flint: It is what it is. This fed has been dead for awhile. It showed some promise but we are just prolonging the inevitable.
**Supernatural grabs a beer and some cards. He flips a beer to Flint. **
Supernatural: It was fun while it lasted. Good luck tonight against that closet homosexual Not So Silent Bob.
Flint: Thanks. As long as Hydra doesn't interfere, I have the match won. Not So Silent Bob is troll of the highest order and a dolt. I would wish you luck against Raistlin but you can beat him in your sleep. Nothing from Entropy?
Supernatural: Thanks. And no. I don't know how he does it. Either he walks around with his head up his ass or he just doesn't care. Whatever the reason, I don't care anymore. We have what one, maybe two weeks left at most before this fed closes? Any who, who cares? If anything was going to happen, he would have answered me calling him out. I did everything short of shitting a challenge on his car.
**Scene fades to black**