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Date Posted: 10:17:33 07/13/02 Sat
Author: Phantastik
Subject: You asked for it Trash...

In an undisclosed area, the camera pans. There are drips of water heard in the background. Suddenly, three candles light simultaniously lighting a small portion of the room. We see a man with a cloak over him and he is "talking" to the candles.

???- He can rave and he can rant, but can he win? No he can't.

I'm to quick and I'm to strong, come this Wednesday, he'll see that he's wrong.

While I'm thinking to make a rhyme, Trash, my boy, you're running out of time.

Death and destruction comes to all, but I'm just here to have a ball.

If you haven't figured it out yet, this is Phantastik. He pulls back the cloak hood and lets his hair fall behind him.

Phantastik- So Jack be nimble and Jack be quick, Trash Strife, you see, has no dick.

He talks the talk, and he can talk it, but one question Trash, can you walk it?

This title is mine, Pulls out the television title from beneath his cloak. so let me be, I'm not losing it Wednesday, so you shall see.

This is repetitive, don't you know? Because poems get old, like my buddy Al Snow.

Not that he's not awesome, you see, but he is not Phantastik, not like me.

Not to be an egomaniac, or anything, not to ring my own bell but ting ting!

Sorry about that, I'm on cloud nine, now back to Trash, the next victim of mine.

He had to get serious and bring in poems, one giant ass beating is what I owe 'em.

In conclusion, don't think I'm a fanat-

Suddenly a door opens and a light turns on, revealing that the room was an old beat up bathroom. Phantastik is sitting on the toilet and the candles are on the tank to the toilet. From the door Joe Morwin walks in.

Joe Morwin- What the hell are you doing, Phantastik?! That is one odd way to take a $hit!

Phantastik- Ummm, errr, uhhh. I was doing a promo ab.... oh never mind.

Phantastik gets up and blows out the candles. He starts to leave the room but stops to look at the camera.

Phantastik- But you're going to get your ass handed to you, by the man named Phantastik.

Phantastik leaves the room and the camera looks at Joe.

Joe- That kid is one rotten egg!

The screen fades with Joe and a weird look on his face.

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