Ladie and Gents,
I made it to the Final Four
We have a two part challenge this week, so Jon wants us to work over time.
The first part of your challenge, you need to work with our special Intergalactic Gladiator Entertainment fashion designers to get yourself into something a little bit more suitable for combat in the arena.
If She throws a phone at me. I am going to toss her like a midget, off the planet.
Once the costume is done, we need to make our way to the second part. An interview with the IGE on-air personality. we will do the interview, or “cut a promo” as we call it in the biz, in front of a camera and a live studio audience. Yawn.
Oh Well, I just have to suck it up. My helper shows up six hours late, smoking and ingurgitating Red Bull.
I hate her already.
(Why Jon, why? Why do you do this to me?)
She comes over and gives me an air kiss. "Darling, It's a pleasure for you to work with me."
(I think not.I have enough Diva's here with Hot Wheels rolling around.Just think about the challenge, Henchy.)
"So Dear, What ideas do you have for me?" I ask her.
"Retro...Nothing is better, than stealing styles from years back. The farther you go back, the more original it seems." She squeals.
(Couldn't I fight Thor?)
"This one goes way back, Darling." She waves at.
"I'm sorry. I am not feeling it. I think I would have a hard time moving in it." I inform her.
"Ha, Fine." She says. "Next.You can never go wrong with Asian styles. Japan is sooo...cutting edge. This says 'Sho..gun...Bad. " She winks and claws at me. "Roawww."
"Are you kidding. It would tear in a matter of moments. Look, you seem to know fashion, but I might be fighting in that thing. Next." I yell.
"How dare you. Do you know who, I am? I have walked the runways of ..." When she got to that I gave her a Vulcan nerve pinch.
(There, I feel much better now.)
I call up AIM and have them send me something, they stole from SHIELD.
Now this is what I'm talking about. I am smoking in this puppy. I am convinced nothing else can go wrong, while I am wearing this bad boy.
I am ready. Bring them to on. Walters, Gumble or Leno, I can handle anything they throw at me.
I walk in to the studio and scan for the host.
"Welcome everyone, and say hello to my guest ManHench.123" Space Ghost announces.
I interupt "It's Henchman 432."
"Sure thing ManHench." He says with a wink and a smile. "So whats it like to be on the Amazing Mutant Race 3? I hear you might have a good chance of winning that."
I shake my head. "I lost AMR3. I trying to do a promo for Last Gladiator Standing 2. I am in the Final Four."
Space Ghost looks at me funny. "I never heard of it. Why are Gladiators standing? Wouldn't they like to sit sometime?"
"No, That's just the name of the show." I correct him.
"What show?"he asks.
At that instant. I blast him.
"Ha ha, sorry ManHench. You can't get me." He turns to the camera and whispers "Force field."
I storm off the set.
Dental for All.