[Lights turn on and point at SpongeWriter]
SpongeWriter: Welcome to the first Show of The Club SIW! [Excitement music]
Random Guy From The Audience: [Music shut ups at once] How can Club SIW be created by non-supervisor, but just a worker?
SpongeWriter: Hey, be happy that I even let you be in my club!!
Random Guy From The Audience: I don't remember any kind of let-me/not-let-me thing. I just walked in and I was accepted already.
SpongeWriter: You WHAT?! [Goes at Random Guy From The Audience angrily]
WELCOME TO THE CLUB SIW!
[Security guards carry off the Random Guy From The Audience. The Audience saddens]
Audience: We wanted to see MORE fight.
SpongeWriter: WHAT? It's not Fighting Club SIW!
Audience: Yes, it is! [Points at the poster with "The Fighting Club is here!"]
SpongeWriter: Oh. Wait a second. [Runs angrily to the backstage]
SpongeWriter: Billy, did you bring us to the wrong place AGAIN?
Billy: Yes, I didn't want to say it, because you would be angry at me.
SpongeWriter: Yes. Yes, I would. And THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING TO DO! [Goes at Billy]
So, you're new to Club SIW? Well... we have dump members and inept technical producer... WAIT, where are you going? I KNOW that this is not what you wanted to read today, but just read through, please, and I will give you my taco!
SpongeWriter: [Comes back to the stage] MUCH better. Well, I planned...
Audience: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
SpongeWriter: [Nervously] Yes, we will have a fight, but in the end of the show just to make you stay here. [Audience saddens]
SpongeWriter: Anyway, I planned to have "questions" section today and... [Audience saddens more] ...so, do you have any questions?
Random Girl From The Audience: Noo..
SpongeWriter: HEY, you're not supposed to answer THIS according to scenario! For what, did I pay you?
Random Girl From The Audience: I'm SICK of those scenarios. What am I, a actress?
SpongeWriter: [Is ready to go at Random Girl From The Audience, but stops] Security guards, quick, carry her off before I make her! [Security guards carry her off]
Don't ever ask anybody to ask anything. I have experience! And don't give them any money. It doesn't pay back. I have experience!
SpongeWriter: Well, the question is: [Takes out the notes] Do you have any inention to cut down your LONG hair? [Looks angrily at Billy] Billy, you FOOL!
SpongeWriter: Um, this was question to Billy, but he's not here, so we'll take next. [Looks at notes] Is it true that your club doesn't even have a house? - Of course, we can be on a tree too, right?
Random Boy From The Audience: Billy and SpongeWriter sitting on a tree...
SpongeWriter: SECURITY GUARDS!
In a SIW Club you need ALOT security guards!
[Security guards carry Random Boy From The Audience off]
SpongeWriter: Next section is "games" section and...
Random Human From The Audience: Finish these pieces of trash already. We want FIGHT
SpongeWriter: Security guards, what are you waiting for? [Security guards carry Random Human From The Audience off]
SpongeWrtier: ...and today's sub-section is Tick-Tack-Toe. [Takes out blackboard] Hey you, Random Man From The Audience, come here! [Random Man From The Audience comes out] START a game.
Random Man From The Audience: [Puts three crosses and "wins"] I WON. Now, move on...
SpongeWriter: HEY, that's no fair. I wanted to be cross. Let's start again
Let's not talk about games at all, because...
Random Man From The Audiecne: Never. [SpongeWriter frets. Suddenly, security guards carry him off]
SpongeWriter: Thanks. Anyway, let's just move on to next game
SpongeWriter: The next game is "crosswords" [Hands out crosswords to audience]. The one who gets most points will... get Random Kid's shirt
Random Kid: [From backstage] Where's my shirt?!
Audience: We don't want his shirt
SpongeWriter: [Angrily] Then just do crossword!!
Audience: [Burns crosswords] We DID crosswords. Now, move on!
SpongeWriter: Oh my god...
SpongeWriter: We, like, don't have anything anymore...
Audience: Then, let's see fight
SpongeWriter: We, like, don't have ANYTHING anymore
Audience: [Goes at SpongeWriter] You WHAT?!
SpongeWriter: [Runs away] We, like, have to ESCAPE!
Tom: [Walks in] Hey, we should have show here!
SpongeWriter: Yes, Sir. [Escapes]
...Because for them, they would rather burn the game and go at me, than PLAY a game.
SpongeWriter: Let's see what I got together...
WELCOME TO THE CLUB SIW! So, you're new to Club SIW? Well... we have dump members and inept technical producer... WAIT, where are you going? I KNOW that this is not what you wanted to read today, but just read through, please, and I will give you my taco! Don't ever ask anybody to ask anything. I have experience! And don't give them any money. It doesn't pay back. I have experience! In a SIW Club you need ALOT security guards! Let's not talk about games at all, because for them, they would rather burn the game and go at me, than PLAY a game.
SpongeWriter: Well, what do you think? Do you want to joi... WHERE DID YOU GO? I said not to go anywhere, just read through! Well, you're right. I don't have any taco at all!