The scene opens up with a limo pulling up to a curb in Manhattan. The driver gets out, runs around the car, and opens the rear door. Former President of the Universe and RWU General Manager Zaphod Beeblebrox gets out of limousine, buttoning up the most ridiculous orange, red, and green sequenced suit jacket. The camera follows Zaphod as he leaves the limo and heads into the 40/40 Club. A short and cute Asian girl greets him at the door.
Asian Girl: Mr. Beeblebrox?
He nods as he looks her over with a grin on his face.
Asian: We’ve been expecting you. Right this way.
The young girl motions to Zaphod and he follows her. They make their way through the club, up a flight of stairs, and into the club’s “Remy Lounge.” On the white walls, hang autographed sports jerseys and memorabilia. On the white leather oversized bed sits Lawrence Knight with a throng of scantily clad women. He notices the new entrant to the room, and extends his arms out.
LK: OH! Look at this guy!
Lawrence nudges two of the girls and points in Zaphod’s direction. One heads to the bar and the other in his direction. She takes off his jacket and motions him towards the leather couches and bed in the room. As he gets to the foot of the bed, the second woman brings him a drink, and they both sit down beside him.
Zaphod Beeblebrox: What’s with the clothes on the wall? White is so boring.
LK: I didn’t make the place, bro, I just chill here.
ZB: Chillin’ is what I DO! I’m so chill that her nipples are hard!
The two of them laugh as they get caught up in the juvenile antics of pointing at the pencil erasers, making jokes like “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to point?” and “WHOA! Your high beams are on!” After a few moments of more laughing and calming down, they begin to talk again.
LK: Alright, man. Before we get into some trouble, let’s take care of business.
ZB: Let’s make this quick. Trouble is just calling my name.
LK: I think it’s right around the corner, so yeah – let’s do this. Who’s the shmuck I get to get rid of next season?
ZB: You got rid of the last one?
LK: Hey, he’s gone isn’t he? Our deal wasn’t about wins and loses, it was about results.
ZB: You’ve got a point, my man. How’d you pull that off anyways?
Lawrence points to his head.
LK: Mind games, bro. Any guy who thinks he can make fire appear out of thin air has gotta be a few French Fries short of a Happy Meal. Laying down for him was just part of the plan. Give him some confidence and then he thinks he can beat people he has no business being in the ring with. Then maybe pay a couple of people to tell him he should call out a someone who will certainly destroy him. Maybe have a couple more tell a certain clown he’s got some ulterior motives. Before you know it, he’s face down, bloody, and in a gutter. Your trash was taken out.
They both snicker and Zaphod nods at the end of the story.
ZB: MAGRATHEA! That’s what I like to hear! These fools are worse than Marvin! Where’s the fun? The excitement? Sure, the violence is nice, but I want to give these people some entertainment value!
LK: And you hired the right guy for the job. Speaking of which, which sad schlep is on my plate for next season?
ZB: There’s so many to choose from! I’ll tell you what … wait … I’ve got an idea. Ever been to Ursa Minor Beta?
LK: Say what?
ZB: Ursa Minor Be—Don’t worry, you’ll love it there. We’ll be back just in time for you to put down some other tool.
LK: As long as we’re getting into something crazy, I’m down.
ZB: And here I thought all your Earth people were boring. There may be hope for you all, yet!
As the two of them leave the room, the camera fades to black.
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