The Walk Out
Mallory! You’re all dolled up!
Oh no… I mean, I was sewing Anastasia’s costume so I made a Schiaparelli lobster dress… I probably shouldn’t ‘ave worn it…
Look at that ring, it’s bullshit! Not a single drop of blood on it. If I was in there…
But you won’t be in there, will you?
Here’s the last dozen pretzels, Angry Chef! We’re outta dough!
Damn! We should have made more, people are still showing up. Nice job, choda scrubber.
Abacus, the hell you doing here?
Anastasia asked me to support her performance this evening. But I believe I’ll require a few pints to support myself tonight.
One minute to curtain…
And remember, if you elbow drop me, make sure you tap it twice, like you got OCD.
Tap twice, gotcha.
And don’t forget to yell random taunts during the action. “I’ll kick your ass!” “You’re dead!” “I can’t believe you gave me the clap!”
If your outfit rips, improvise. If you shit your pants, improvise. If I die in the ring, improvise, and give all my stuff to my Grandma.
Oh shit! It’s time! Your walk out music is queued! You’ve got five seconds!
Oh good golly, here we go!
Like a virgin! Touch for the very first time!
What’s she throwing?
Du du da… Du du duh da… Du du du dun dhunnn! Smokkkkke on the water! The Flying KD in the Sky!
Is that KD?
KD is back!
Oh man it’s KD!
Did he get uglier?
What hell? Why’s Carl throwing paper planes at the audience?
Mmm… is zat a photo? Try and unfold it.
Carl told me he was gonna mess with the crowd, the smug bastard! If Anastasia doesn’t win, the crowd is gonna kill him!
Hey assholes, I bought the rest of the pretzels.