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Back in Krissy's apartment, she's...holding a briefcase and talking to her phone, whose built in video camera has been turned on? Very weird. "SMACK CAM!" Krissy giggles, holding up the briefcase.
Outside, Kittie, who had literally manifested out of nowhere a few minutes ago, is busy screaming at Scott, who is oddly trying to organize his underwear drawer out in the corridor. "...and furthermore, Scott, I still haven't gotten that fucking radio job you promised me! You stupid asshole! It's bad enough that you don't wanna tap my fine bippy, and you're just standing there ignoring me!" Scott finally drops a pair of red silk boxers and looks at Kittie. Where in the hell does she get off? But before Scott can say anything, he is surprised by the sight of Krissy rushing up with a briefcase while an unidentified friend of her follows holding an iPhone. "Smack cam!" Krissy shouts, braining Kittie in the back of the head with the briefcase. As Kittie crumbles to the floor unconscious, Scott has to admit he's impressed. "Nice shot, Krissy. But why do that now?"
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