As the foggy wisped wind, lifted over the drizzly snowy clouded rain, Brian wondered what was wrong with the weather. Whether is was a sub-atomic plate shift, whether is was an evil force for the eighth dimension, or whether is was just.. erm the weather.
"How 'bout this heat" muttered SB, sounding like a typical asshole.
Brian ignored him, but knocked out an innocent childs eye, as there had been escalating violence in pervious episodes, and he felt he had to keep up the quota of gore.
"Brian!!" yelled SB, "Don't...."
Brian took the high-powered rifle away from the head of the already decapitated mormon.
"Trends have shown that there has been more violence recently", Brian punched.
"Put away that graph," killed Space Baron, "you know that the stuff is just crap" he shot.
"Then why is everything we are saying somehow suffixed by a violent verb?" stabbed Brian.
"By God, you're right!!" guillotined SB.
"This has to stop!!" Brian exploded.
* * *
LATER..... In the garden of evil, it was midnight, and a loud cackle was heard over the gaggle of geese that had somehow escaped from another skit and walked onto the garden set.
The loud cackle came from the evil Sir Dr Greenfinger M.A.D., a evil but friendly gardener, who's obsession with gardens had driven him insane and made him join up with Dr Claw, who had also escaped from and episode of Inspector Gadget.
"That Space Baron, is so lovely," he smiled. "That is why Im going to
...."
* * *
Later that year, Brian recived the flowers. "Hey SB!!" he gleefuly chuckled, "you have another admirer!!"
"Put it with the others," Space Baron swore.
"These are different, these are from an enemy," yelped Brian.
"I know, I know.... that is the twist at the end of this episode," moaned SB, obviously unhappy with this crappy script.
THE END