Author's Note: After a nice break, I decided to go back to writing again. I hope you still like my stuff.
Panel 1: Establishing shot of Sharky Burger as Colin and a middle-aged white-haired man (Oliver) in an Armani suit with a passing resemblance to Ed Asner sit across from each other at a table. Colin doesn’t look too pleased being here as the other man takes some stuff out of his briefcase. Above them is a missing children’s poster with Hawkins’s picture on it with the words, “Missing: James Hawkins. Please bring back so he can be properly punished.”
Oliver: I’m glad you could come here, Mr. Cowel.
Colin: You’re welcome, but did you have to pick this—place?
Oliver: I wanted to make sure it one your clanmates wouldn’t be at.
Panel 1: Colin stands in front of a large table draped with a white table cloth that has the clan symbol on the front of it. Zatman and Dorian sit next to each other as they listen to Colin’s idea.
Colin Caption: Of course running the idea with the co-leaders took some time. Dorian went along with it if I let him host the thing.
Panel 2: Scene changes to Zatman’s bedroom as he casually studies a list as he wipes some blood off himself. On the bed you can see a human-sized lump under a sheet with blood on it.
Colin Caption: And give Zatman the addresses of the worst contestants for some “personal couching.”
Panel 3: A high-class jet lands on a runway as Colin, Dorian, and Zatman wait on the ground for their guest, holding signs that say, “Priya.”
Colin Caption: And other than myself, I had to find two more judges.
Panel 4: A beautiful Middle Eastern woman in her mid-twenties steps out. Trendily dressed with bright colors that compliment her dark hair and eyes, she has a cool expression on her face.
Colin Caption: Priya, Bollywood darling, pop sensation, and an excuse for men to watch the show.
Panel 5: Sitting at table with the rest of the Uppers, Priya is all chipper and happy as she explains her idea to the rest of the clan.
Colin Caption: As well as rather “unconventional.”
Priya: As a clan I think we could be helping the less fortunate.
Panel 6: Ignorant of the disapproval of the other Uppers and Dorian’s love-struck gaze, Priya keeps talking. Maeva turns to Colin with her arms crossed, calling him on his decision as he just sighs.
Priya: That way they won’t be poor anymore.
Dorian: Isn’t she cute?
Maeva: And she’d make a better judge than me because?
Colin: Oh shut-up.
Panel 1: Panels 1 to 4 should resemble TV screens. Scene changes to Shug King, a large, bald Black man with a Kingpin-eske physique and a white suit and gold cane is surrounded by reporters. He keeps a cool, posed manner as microphones are practically shoved into his face.
Reporter: Shug King, you’re the biggest rap and hip-hop producer in Clint City; what made you decide to enter the world of pop?
Shug King: After so many years of doing the same thing, a brother needs a break.*
Caption: * Translation: The Uppers gave me truck full of money.
Panel 2: Shug dismisses the next claim as no big deal with a wave of his hand.
Reporter: And your former clan, the Bangers, is ok with this?
Shug King: We had a nice long talk about it. And they understand that the Uppers offer more opportunities for me grow professionally. *
Caption: * That’s why I sleep with a gun under my pillow.
Panel 3: He gives a small proud smile for the next one.
Reporter: Even though you are the first minority they’ve ever let join.
Shug King: Hey, give them a little credit. Times change and so do they; I’m a revolutionary.*
Caption: * Scaring honkies is fun.
Panel 4: The final question makes him roll his eyes at its stupidness.
Reporter: And this has nothing to do with your lovely co-judge, Priya?
Shug King: That’s just stupid, Priya is a beautiful and talented woman and our relationship is strictly professional. *
Caption: * That creep Dorian already called dibs on her.
Panel 5: Leila and Syd Noze are at the front desk at Sentinel’s office. Leila leans against the desk looking up at John who’s still a couple of days left at the front desk and is a little annoyed at their stupid question.
John: No, we can not arrest him for being a sell-out.
Panel 1: Kwan, Perle, Berserkgirl and Juicy Lord are sitting at a booth at a fast food joint, watching an ad for Clint City Idol. Beserkgirl looks pissed as she begins ranting as Juicy Lord assures her that Bodenpower's plan will work. Kwan has some hope while eating a triple-decker burger, but doesn’t like the show none of the less. As for Perle, she’s more interested in what’s going on in the window next to her and trying to drink her ultra thick shake.
TV: Clint City Idol, will open to peons tomorrow at Clint Stadium.
Beserkgirl: The nerve of those creeps, if they think they can shove their corporate crap down our throats, they’ve got another thing coming.
Juicy Lord: Hey chill girl. I told you, Bodenpower’s got this in the bag, all you guys have do is play along.
Kwan: I hope so; it’s bad enough that stuff is all the government will let on radio.
Panel 2: Perle watches as Amy gets out of her car that’s parked across the street, knowing that now is the time to strike.
Panel 3: Juicy Lord moves out of the booth as Perle with her purse in her hand excuses herself while making up a good enough reason.
Perle: Excuse me, please, I got to go.
Panel 4: Juicy Lord asks Beserkgirl something that she has no intention of wanting to know the answer to as Perle scurries out of the building. Kwan just looks at Perle suspiciously.
Perle: I’ll be back in a bit.
Juicy Lord: So can vampires, uh you know?
Beserkgirl: I sure don't wanna know.
Panel 5: With Amy a good distance away, Perle angrily digs into her purse as she makes her way toward her car where she spies a vanity plate that reads, “VAMPKILR”.
Panel 6: Perle struggles to stifle her rage as she yanks out a set of keys…
Panel 7: And tosses them into the exhaust pipe.
Panel 8: Mentally cursing Amy, Perle starts keying the sides of her car with a potato. Little does she know, there is a figure who can only be seen from the legs down trying to get her attention.
Perle Thought: I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
Figure: Hey girl, you’re doing it wrong.
Panel 1: Shot of Perle looking up at Darth as he takes off a blood-soaked pair of surgical gloves he’s wearing. There should be a sinister air about him at all times.
Darth: If you really want something done about it I can help.
Panel 2: Perle’s eyes sparkle with hope as she believes that answer to her problems is finally solved.
Perle: Really? That’s wonderful.
Panel 3: Darth is looking forward to his next kill as he hands her a business card with the Gheist logo on the upper left with his name next to it and a phone number bellow it.
Darth: Just call this number. My middleman will set you up.
Perle: And she’ll be gone for good?
Panel 4: He pantomimes slitting his throat with a finger as his smile becomes quite sinister.
Panel 5: With a sigh over her desire not to be like her family’s killer, he tosses the card over his shoulder and leaves.
Perle: But…I don’t want to kill her.
Darth: God, you’re dumb.