Game Over, Man! Page #3

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Well, you didn't bring me along

'cause I look like the black nerd

from Die Hard...

'cause I don't.

Roger, I'm sick of it.

We need to secure the building

and arm the exits

with our explosive triggers

before we can take control of the rooftop.

So until then,

consider yourselves "hotel security."

And once the Bey gives us

his account access codes

and Donald transfers the money...

we pull out.

Gentlemen... let's move.

Oh, and... someone get rid of the body.

You should grab his ankles.

You're good at that.

- F*** off, fag.

- Ooh.

You'd seriously wanna pitch

the Bey of Tunisia

one of our million-dollar ideas?

-Yeah.

-If we're pitching an idea--

- We're pitching!

- What are we pitching?

We could go

with my jeans club idea.

Hot tutors.

Medieval Times:

breakfast, lunch, and tournament?

I don't ever wanna hear

about Medieval Times BLT ever again.

Okay, they only do dinner.

We would do breakfast and lunch.

That's two more meals!

We would totally knock 'em out

of the medieval dining space.

Oh, that's a huge market.

Okay, you guys have good ideas?

I wanna hear 'em. I'm excited to hear 'em.

I feel like I'm the only one

crushing ideas out the gate.

Skintendo Joysuit?

Uh, what? No. Baby Dunc...

Yeah, we're going Skintendo. I like it.

All right, you know what?

I hate to be this guy,

but that dude's not gonna invest

in Skintendo.

Not in a million Willenniums.

So, it's like that?

We finally have a shot

to fulfill our childhood dreams

and you guys wanna let it float on past?

It's... like... dat?

I don't know about you,

but I don't wanna be picking up

nut-stuffed condoms

for the rest of my life without knowing

what type of sex they had with it.

Was it missionary? Was it doggy?

Was it doggy butt? Was it side-style butt?

I don't know.

Yeah, Alexxx, we all wanna know

how people are f***ing each other, okay?

-Obviously.

-It's obvious.

-Mostly all I think about.

-Yeah, I mean, I can keep going.

-Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl.

-Plow-girl.

-Where you take the legs and you--

-Yeah.

I'm just saying,

we don't have the Joysuit.

Right? There's no screen

to play Lumber Jackson.

-Right.

-Okay.

You ready? Okay, you're the QB.

You're the running back.

Giving you the ball. Run with it.

You need to write down

all the technical mumbo jumbo

so the Bey understands what this thing is.

-Right?

-That's a lot of work.

Darren, I'm gonna get you markers,

a poster board.

You're gonna draw Lumber Jackson

so beautifully-- muscles just popping.

Shredded, baby!

And you're gonna draw the Skintendo.

Right? The whole Joysuit.

Make it look pretty, and then I'm gonna

pitch that motherf***er.

-Okay.

-Dollar-dollar bills, y'all.

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