The Evil That Men Do...

"Sure, just hop in--" Vanilla Ice stops as he gets a good look at Jasper. His eyes widen.

"YOU," he snarls.

"Uhhh...hi?" Jasper says, smiling sheepishly.

"You...motherfuckin' son of a BITCH. YOU! THE FUCKER WHO ROBBED ME! You took all my money, said you were 'investing it!' And you did--you invested it all in hookers, blow an' booze! IN VEGAS!" He climbs out through the window of the bus.

"You KNOW each other?" says Sara incredulously. They ignore her.

"Look, this is all a misunderstanding," says Jasper, laughing nervously and backing up with his hands outstretched in a "Don't Hurt Me" gesture. "I was gonna pay every cent of it back--"

"I spent ten years driving a garbage truck," snaps the angry ex-rapper. "Then I got a GREAT gig...playing chauffer for a bunch of fuckin' midgets! MIDGETS!" He leaps out of the cab, a fireaxe in one hand, and Jasper turns and bolts. "You're right--you're gonna pay me back right fuckin' now, because I'm gonna take it out of your fucking skin!"

1. Ice is a lot faster than Jasper.
2. Ice is a lot slower than Jasper--too many beers.
3. "Let's get him!" Sara yells. Together they catch Jasper, and then join to launch Ice's comeback--a much darker, edgier Vanilla Ice.
4. No worries, it's just a hallucination. Vanilla Ice comes to, standing over the bodies of the midgets with a bloody axe.
5. Before Ice can catch him, Jasper is rescued by Fred Durst.

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