[Fade In on a studio interior. Kevin and Cindy sit in director chairs]

Kevin: Hi, I'm Kevin Nekohashi.

Cindy: And I'm Cindy Rydelle.

Kevin: No doubt you recall us from our escapades in the popular online comic The Class Menagerie.

Cindy: Tonight we'd like to present a fitting tribute to that same comic, and the man behind it all, Vince Suzukawa.

[They both stand and start to walk across camera, passing the set of the Richter Hall Third Floor interior]

Kevin: Over the past five years you've all laughed and cried with us as our four day a week comic's goine out to thousands of appreciative and happy readers.

Cindy: From killer ants to beach parties, we've done it all.

Kevin: So, you'll excuse us if we have to get a move on - after all, there's so much to go back and relive!

Cindy: That's right, Kevin. Tonight we have exclusive behind-the-scenes footage, cast interviews, alternate endings to various plotlines and our own very first Pantsdown.

Kevin: That's our .. Pantsdown? What's a-

[Cindy grabs Kevin's pants by the waist and yanks them down to ankle level]

Cindy: PANTSDOWN! Ha ha ha ha haaa!

Kevin: Hey!

THE CLASS MENAGERIE: THE END by nslashk

[Office interior. Various cast members and extras wander around holding papers and sipping coffees. Lisa addresses the camera, obviously talking to the documentary crew]

Lisa: Welcome to the bunker! This is where we all do our writing and pre-production work.

Interviewer: Oh, so you're actively involved in the process?

Lisa: Oh, we all are. We're like one big family here. [calls out to other workers] Isn't that right, gang?

The others grumble non-committal 'Yeahs' quietly and avoid making eye contact with her.

Interviewer: So, what do you do here, Lisa?

Lisa: I'm the Team Morale Leader.

Interviewer: Oh, and how does that work?

Lisa: Here, I'll show you. (calls out over shoulder) Johnson!

A meercat at a distant desk stops typing and looks up from his computer.

Johnson: Yuh?

Lisa: How's those quarter returns doing?

Johnson: They're, uh, fine Lisa. I'll have them on Scott's desk by four.

Lisa: That's great work, Johnson. You deserve a reward!

Johnson: Oh, uh, it's okay, Lisa, I don't really-

Lisa: Get over here, come get your reward.

Johnson: Listen, I'd really rather-

Lisa: Johnson.

The meercat sighs, and slowly gets to his feet.  Johnson: Lisa, I just w-

Lisa: Over here, Johnson.

He starts to walk across the office towards her and the documentary crew. He tries to stop at other people's desks and find someone to talk to, but everyone avoids making eye-contact. He arrives.

Lisa: Okay, now turn around.

Johnson: Look, I've got this note from my chiropractor..

Lisa: Turn around Johnson, I've got to give you your reward.

Johnson: But.. (sighs) .. okay. I'll.. (looks at the camera crew) .. do we have to do this? If you wanna reward me just let me go home five minutes early or someth-

Lisa: Johnson!

Johnson: (sighs and turns around, hangs his head)

Lisa: FLOOFY MEERKAT GUY!! (she pounces and grabs him by the waist, knocking him down. Johnson grabs a deskleg and tries to wrench himself free from her grasp)

Johnson: Getoffgetoffgetoffgetoff..

Lisa: Fluffy meerkat guy so SMART! You're so good with the third quarter reports!!

Johnson: Argh, damnit, let go, please, don't squeeze so tight, no..

The other workers nervously look at him before resuming their work.

Lisa: (stands up, pulling him to his height) You're a great worker, Johnson! Keep the good work up! (she plants a kiss on his forehead)

Johnson: Okay, yes, thanks. I can go now, right?

Lisa: Sure!

He starts to walk back to his desk.

Interviewer: So, do you find that you often-

Lisa: Sorry guys, I can't resist this. Give me a second here. (she turns and runs towards the departing meerkat) Fluffy fluffy fluffy!!!

Cut to interior of meeting room, various people are seated around a table. We hear a muted scream.

Kevin: What was that?

Scott: Sounds like Doherty reached quota again.

Kevin: Doherty doesn't sound like that, he's more "Urg, get off me Lisa" not "Aaah! Get off me, Lisa!"

Scott: Well anyway, how are we doing on the final script?

Kevin: They've faxed me over the mock-up.

Scott: How's it go?

Music slowly builds in the background. It's sweet and slow. Tony stands up at the table and stares off at a fixed point in the distance.

Tony: (singingly slowly) Grey clouds on the horizon, forcing us to face the unending sky..

Cindy: (opens door to meeting room, serenly walks in and takes place by Tony's side, placing hand on his shoulder, singing as well) Be brave as you go into the night baby, there's no need to cry..

Kevin and Scott: (stand, sing as well) Those cleansing drops of rain, it'd be a sin if they didn't fall..

Cut to Dani looking whimsically out a window.

Dani: (sings) But if it didn't rain, I wouldn't know to miss you at all..

Brad: (walking out of Richter Hall, carries bag on shoulder and sings in the same quiet tone as everyone else) Gotta keep your chin up, darlin', think of the better times..

Biff: (sitting in his Ferrari in traffic, looks pointedly off into the distance and sings romantically) And before you-

[Cut back to the table, where Tony, Kevin and Scott are seated again. The music shuts down abruptly]

Kevin: Okay, well, we need to make a few revisions.

Scott: I'll say. Who's going to talk to the writing team?

Kevin: Uh. You like to meet people, Tony..

Tony: Oh no, not again. Last time I was down there they talked me into doing the Face to Face thing.

Scott: The what?

Kevin: One of those "Put two people in a location with a camera crew and let them ask each other questions so you learn a bit about both of them, two interviews for the price of one" things. We did it with fanfic authors and our main cast.

Scott: Sounds interesting, why didn't I get told about this?

Kevin: The first one didn't really work very well, so they were discontinued.

Scott: Oh?

[Black screen with caption: "Face to Face. Tony Durham and n/k." Fade in on old library full of fancy looking books and Victorian furniture. Tony and n/k sit across from each other, n/k slouches back lazily in his chair]

n/k: So.. uh.. ever see Cindy naked?

Tony: (looks shocked)

Cut back to the meeting.

Kevin: Well, if you speak to them directly, you can let them know you won't do that kind of stuff any more.

Tony: (grumbles and gets up from desk, leaves room)

Scott: Dude.

Kevin: Hey, *I* ain't going down there.

Caption: "Alternate Ending to Techno Prisoners.."

PANEL 1

Kevin: I've got my cheque ready, so I've just got to see what price Brad's willing to take for that computer..

Mikey: Um, uh, I wouldn't bother him. He's busy using it.

PANEL 2

Kevin: He's what? He hates the computer!

Mikey: Yeah, I think he said something about it making it easier to distribute his "manifesto".

PANEL 3

Brad: (typing) The ultimate use of technology is bringing civilisation to a halt, so I've decided to move to a shack in the mountains and start blowing up things.

Kevin: Oh, Brad! (rolls eyes. Laugh track sounds)

[Cut to a smaller, less elegant meeting room. The writers are gathered around the table sipping from polystyrene cups]

Komrade: Come on guys, we need to figure out a punchline to this strip so I can base my punchline for the 2nd floor story on it already!

CJGarver: Well, I got a punch-line, but it's 170 pages long.

n/k: How about a series called "The Ass Menagerie" and they don't wear pants?

Loxley: Damnit, they called me "Riding Hood, Little Red" on my paycheck again.

A knock is heard, the door opens and Tony pokes his head in.

Tony: Uh, Vince? Is Vince here?

n/k: Who's Vince?

Tony: Uh, he's the.. you know, the creator. The writer and artist.

CJGarver: I think he's on the set, Tony.

Loxley: Though he's got that meeting with Cassy this afternoon too, don't forget.

Komrade: Try calling his pager.

Tony: Okay, thanks guys. (closes door)

n/k: .. who was that?

Cut to set. Mikey sits in front of the set on a chair. A poster advertising The Class Menagerie can be seen over his shoulder.

Interviewer: So, what do you think you've gained from all your years on the set?

Mikey: Okay, see, I knew this'd come up. I'm not gay. Mikey the CHARACTER is gay. That's how it works.

Interviewer: Do you have a favourite storyline?

Mikey: Sure I'm a little fastidious, prissy even. But a guy can be like that without automatically being "gay", you know.

Interviewer: What do you see your plans for the future involving?

Mikey: Okay, see, I knew you were going to try this. Just because you never see me date any GIRLS, it doesn't necessarily mean I date boys. It just means I'm too busy to have a relationship with a person, that's all. (mobile phone rings, Mikey answers it) Hello? No, my preference for keeping fit isn't so I can look nice and trim so I can pick up men, it's because I value a healthy lifestyle. Yes, goodbye. (hangs up phone)

Interviewer: Who was that?

Mikey: Someone with a wrong number. Wanted to speak to a "Susan". (shrugs)

Tony: (walks over, stands at edge of camera) Hey Mikey, has Vince been down here?

Mikey: Hey, you have male room-mates too, but you don't see me accusing YOU of being homosexual.

Tony: Oh. Did he say where he was going after that?

Mikey: Lots of straight men wear headbands, that means nothing!

Tony: The meeting room on floor two or three?

Mikey: Okay, so I'm a music major, big deal! Even if I were gay, there'd be no connection!

Tony: Thanks, Mikey. See you at the wrap-up party!

Mikey: (waves to Tony as he departs) There's no proof I'm of alternate sexuality!

[Cut to lounge interior. Kim and Scott are there. They are well-dressed.]

Scott: I heard the rain dripping upon the cedars before my front door and I was just wondering what had happened to Biffby, and how to explain to Daisy his sudden disappearance. I was just about to offer to go make the tea so as to afford Biffby all the time he must have needed, when I heard a hollow knock at the door.

[A knock is heard, and Biff enters. He wears a suit]

Biff: Um hello ... old sport. I'm uh..

Scott: For half a minute there wasn't a sound, though I could swear I heard the quick beating of Biffby's heart.

Kim: I'm so pleased to see that you're alright, Biffby.

Biff: Hey, that wasn't half a minute.

Scott: I passed- .. what?

Biff: You said you didn't hear anything for half a minute, Kim, you spoke too soon.

Kim: But Scott said I wasn't meant to be able to hear him because it's the narrative.

Scott: You're not, that's right. My narrative joins up the actions, but you don't respond to it.

Kim: But if I can't hear your narrative, then how'm I meant to know I have to wait half a minute to talk?

Scott: Uh.. what? My narrative connects the actions, you don't have to wait the half minute.

Biff: Oh, so the narration lasts the half minute when Kim doesn't talk?

Scott: Yes. No. (shakes head) I don't know.

[A knock is heard, and Tony enters via the door]

Tony: Hey, have any of you seen - why are you dressed like that?

Scott: We're rehearsing a stage play adaptation of The Great Gatsby.

Kim: Yeah, we need to earn a dollar once this is all over. Me especially, I'm a minor character. At least extras can be hired by other comics.

Tony: So why you three?

Biff: I'm the wealthy uh, you know the wealthy guy. Biffby. And Kim's my girl, so I get to have Kim be my girl Daisy in the stage play.

Kim: We get to be married!

Tony: No you don't. In the great Gatsby Daisy marries Tom, not Gatsby. Gatsby just pines for her for a long time and then covers up for Daisy killing Tom's lover. Gatsby gets shot in the end.

Scott: Maybe in the original, this is the happy version. Instead of being a drug runner, Gatsby's a gridrion player.

Tony: Why are you bothering at all?

Scott: Look, Biff's rich and I'm Scott, as in F. Scott Fitzgerald. It's too great a coincidence to waste, we can work around the rest of the stuff.

Kim: Can Daisy be a cheerleader?

Biff: You can be whatever you like, Kim, you can be two cheerleaders if you want.

Kim: I'm going to be two cheerleaders! I'll play twins! But they'll have to take it in turns being on stage because there's only one me.

Scott: Look, what do you want, Tony? We're kind of busy here.

Tony: I'm trying to find Vince.

Scott: He's in that production meeting on the roof-top garden.

Tony: Okay, thanks. (leaves)

Scott: Okay, one more time from the top, guys.

Kim: Wait a second, which cheerleader am I playing?

[Scott sighs. Cut back to the office briefly where Lisa's squeezing an ocelot by the midrift. He tries to get away unsuccessfully. Mikey walks by, checking some papers]

Ocelot: Hey, help me out here, man!

Mikey: So, I'm gay. So what? There's more to me than just that.

[Cut to roof-top garden. Vince, Dani, Brad, Kevin and Fay O'Cumplee (a lawyer) are there. They all sit, except for Kevin, who's standing up and moving round excitedly]

Kevin: And then the computer generated guys in suits are like "Stop, Nekohashi, you're not to leave the simulation" so I'm like, going to jump in the air in bullet-time-

Fay: You're not allowed to actually refer to it as "bullet-time", you know.

Kevin: And I'm .. what?

Fay: "Bullet time" is a registered trademark now. You have to call it something else, "slo-time" or "that thing from the Matrix" etcetera.

Kevin: Look, I'm not going to be using the actual term anyway, it's just what I do. So I leap in the air, and I kind of flip sideways past myself while they fire their guns slowly at me-

Brad: Fire their guns SLOWLY at you?

Kevin: It's a special effect thing, the bullets move extra-slow through the air..

Brad: Ohhhh.. hence "bullet time"?

Kevin: What? No! It's called bullet time bcause you've uh, lined all these cameras up around the actor in a semi-circle and they all film at once, but you kind of cut to each one as fast as a bullet so you're revolving on the spot while everything else around you is still, you need to-

Brad: Cameras? How are you going to do this using a comic strip?

Vince: We can't. And we're not going to do that anyw-

Kevin: No, hear me out, I'm almost done, I'm flipping past the guys and I kick them and they explode or disappear or something, and then the background goes all wavy and disappears and it shows me at my computer and it was all a computer simulation and then I go "Huh" and I turn the computer off and the strip ends. Clever, huh?

Dani: So it's really just a technological "It was all a dream" style ending?

Kevin: No! Well.. yes... but people won't notice it's that.

Brad: It's stupid.

Kevin: No it's not! It's great!

Vince: We won't be doing that, anyway. I've been-

Dani: Yeah, Kevin, why should the ending be about you? I tell you what'd make a great ending - there's like the dorm, and I'm there and it shows you guys walking away with your bags slung over your shoulder, and you can see this teensy tiny tear welling up in the corner of my eye (maybe draw a close-up of that, Vince) and everyone's getting all sentimental and wondering if they're maybe going to see my cry, and-

Kevin: Boooorring.

Dani: (swipes her clipboard at him and keeps talking) and then there's these voices behind me, and like, you see two new students coming along and one's a big wildebeest or something and the smaller one's a raccoon or something, I dunno, and the smaller one's saying something like "Man, we're totally going to be independent now, hope there's room in my room for my Pentium 6" and the bigger one's like "Oops, I left a box at home" or something and I turn around and-

Brad: This sounds stupid.

Dani: (swipes her clipboard at him, continues talking) then I start to tell them that story about how the dorm's never been the same since that explosion because of the leaking gases, you know, like in the beginning and-

Kevin: You come full circle on the concept, the next lodgers are just like the previous, you don't get sad because it's all starting over again and you smile, huh?

Dani: Well, uh, yeah.

Vince: (shakes head) That's the last thing I'm going to do, hint to everyone that I'm about to start the whole thing over again. I'm getting to like the idea of being able to get in after a hard day at work and NOT spend four hours hunched over the drawing board. You know, freedom and all that.

Tony: (opens door leading onto rooftop garden) Oh, here you all are.

Kevin: Gee, take your time, Tony.

Tony: Well, thanks for telling me where you all are, everyone.

Brad: Well, we only left 30 messages on your cellular's voice-mail, Tony.

Tony: Well, I'm not having much success with getting the voice-mail messages off the cellular, Brad.

Brad: Well, do you want me to show you how to do it again, Tony?

Kevin: (nudges Brad) Ssh, 'technically inept', remember?

Brad: That's only in the comic, I don't need to- (notices documentray crew) Oh! Yeah. Uh. Man, I can't work my cellular either, Tony, I have no idea how to work those complicated things anyway.

Tony: I know how to use my cellular, thanks. (speaks quieter) Just don't know where to find it, that's all.

Vince: Look, we're all here now anyway. I called you here to go through a final reading of the last strip..

Kevin: Oh! You've got the final draft done?

Brad: Can I see?

Vince: No, not yet. I just want to say this first.. anyway, as you all know, I'm winding the comic down, and I've shown what's going to happen to all the main characters..

Dani: Most of the main characters.

Vince: No, no. All of them.

Dani: Most.

Vince: All. You stay on in the dorm, Kevin and Tony move into some dorm, Lisa and Cindy do the same with Kevin's Denise, Scott and Biff are joining a frat and Brad's going back home to re-establish his life there. It's everyone.

Dani: What about Mikey?

Vince: What about..?

Kevin: Hey, yeah! You didn't tell us what happens to Mikey!

Vince: Okay.. besides Mikey, everyone.

Tony: Why are you cutting Mikey out?

Vince: (sighs) Do you know how hard it is to make him speak like anyone who's normal? I had an easier time scripting for Dover. Here, let me show you.  (he reaches forward and dials a number on the telephone conveniently sitting on the coffeetable. He sits back, the phone being on speakerphone)

Vince: Mikey, you there?

Mikey: (v.o) Yes, yes I am.

Vince: Hi, Mikey, we need to talk about your dialogue in the final script. What's the poignant line you wanna leave everyone with?

Mikey: (v.o) Oh, uh... "Impropiety precludes hard work, so be diligent if you-"..?

Vince: Great, thanks for that, Mikey. (leans forward and presses a button on the phone)

Vince: See, this is why I'm cutting Mikey out of the final bit.

Phone: ...you're WHAT? It's because I'm gay, isn't it!? DAMN YOU, SUZUKAW-

Vince: (grabs the phone receiver and slams it down, several times) .. we need to mark the "End Call" button more clearly.

Dani: Noted.

Kevin: So, tell us about the ending.

Vince: Okay, well, I've decided that.. it'd be more artistic an ending if we .. uh.. did it in one large montage and none of you spoke..

Tony: Oh no, you've run out of budget and you can't afford to pay us to say our lines.

Kevin: I *knew* something like this had happened, you've sold off the assets already, haven't you?

Vince: Uh, I uh-

Fay: Don't answer that, Mr Suzukawa. It could admit to foreknowledge.

Dani: Foreknowledge?

Vince: Oh, okay.

Fay: Speaking of which, I'd better go do that job.. (gets up and walks out the rooftop door, pulling it shut behind her)

Kevin: "That job"?

Dani: Don't like the sounds of *that*.

[Cut to the office. Fay stands at the front of the room, and has obviously just finished addressing everyone.]

Worker1: What do you mean, "we're all fired"? You can't do this to us!

Worker2: Damnit, I bet Suzukawa's known about this for weeks, I should have stolen that fax machine while I had the chance..

Johnson: (stands up and marches to the front of the group) Now you listen, here, you can't just brush us off like this, we have RIGHTS. Where's our entitlements package?

Fay: You'll all be provided with a letter of reference and a coupon for 25 cents off a cup of coffee down at the strip-mall.

Johnson: You're going to do have to better than that, because we deserve better than that. We're going to SUE unless we get what's coming to us!

Others: Yeah!

Fay: Very well then. Lisa, give Mr Johnson here his entitlements package.

Johson: Hey, wait, I didn't-

Lisa: (pounces out of nowhere and grabs Johnson by the waist in a tight squeeze) You're entitled to a HUG! A whole SACKFUL OF HUGS! FLOOFY!!!

Johnson: Aaah! Help me out here, guys!

The other workers pretend they can't see or hear him and start to slowly get up and walk away. Worker2 picks up the fax machine in both hands as he goes. Most other workers take various things from their desks.

Johnson: (struggling to get away) Get her off me!!

Lisa: FLOOFY FLUFFY FLOOFY FLOOFY!!

[Cut to the studio, where Biff, Kim and Scott are in rehearsals. Scott answers his ringing cellphone, has a brief conversation and hangs up]

Scott: Looks like the strip's over. We gotta find somewhere else to hang out.

Kim: How about the roller-disco?

Scott: They closed that place back in '75 when they found out rollerskating gave everyone cancer.

Kim: So? We can still hang OUT down there.

Scott: I guess. You coming, Biff?

Biff: Do I have to wear a tie?

Kim and Scott: No.

Biff: I'm there, dude.

[Cut to Mikey, sitting in a cafe with his agent]

Agent: Forget them, Mikey, they don't wanna use you, it's their loss. I'm talking to the new nation's number one Gay Furry Icon. You'll be doing tours, giving motivation talks and guest-starring in strips where you stare angstily out the window to the snow-covered dull scenery around you.

Mikey: I guess. Though there's a whole lot more to my range than just being thought of as a gay character, of course. I'm hard working, conscientous-

Agent: Sure, you're a whole bunch of things my big flaming gay superstar, but let's just focus on the outlandish homosexual ways about you right now, okay?

Mikey: Uh. I don't really think I'm that much of a-

Agent: Good work, kiddo. You're going to be the biggest gay furry icon since Tony the Tigrr.

Mikey: But I- Tony the Tigrr's GAY?!

Agent: Sure, you think he spends so much time working out in the gym just so he can look buff on cereal boxes?

Mikey: *sighs* With my luck, I'll probably just end up the next Snagglepuss.

Agent: Actually, he's got a wife and two kids. Nice people.

[Cut to the carpark, Cindy quickly walks through it, carrying a bag slung over one shoulder. She passes a carspot that has a SUV in it and a sign at the front saying "Reserved for V. Suzukawa". Without breaking her stride she breaks the car aerial off with one hand and scrapes it down the side of the car as she walks along, damaging the paintwork. When she finishes she tosses the aerial onto the ground behind the car]

Cindy: That's for never allowing me to get laid, Suzukawa. [walks crossly off camera]

[Cut to roof-top]

Vince: -while he loads the stuff into the taxi, then the taxi pulls away, Brad takes his hat off in a gesture of finally being comfortable with his own life and direction and-

Brad: I take my hat off? WHAT?! I can't do that!

Kevin: Whoa, whoa there. What do you care about taking your hat off now?

Brad: I've got $20,000 invested in Brad dolls, and the hats don't come off on them! That was my future!

Tony: Brad "dolls"?

Brad: Okay, not Brad dolls, you know, Brad action figurines.

Kevin: What's your action?

Brad: I raise my coffee-mug to my face like this (raises and lowers his hand quickly).

Kevin: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you painted a whole bunch of black-market G.I. Joe knockoffs blue and was trying to pass off their "realistic Kung-Fu chop" as "realistic coffee-drinking" action. They're probably sitting in container trucks in Zambia rioght now, just because you can't find a buyer yet.

Brad: That's not true! (speaks quietly) It's Zaire.

Vince: ANYWAY, as I was saying, he throws his hat to Kevin as one of those mutual signs of respect, Tony looks surprised and then in the last box we cut to Kevin and Tony waving, and it's one of those "are they waving to Brad or the viewer?" moments. The comic started with Kevin and Tony and it ends with them. And we're through, end of an era.

Kevin: Sounds good. Better than what we'd secretly planned, anyway..

Vince: Secretly planned?

[Cut to some standard office room, all the main cast are assembled]

Scott: Okay, okay, how does this work?

Kevin: Well, we all have something that we've all wanted to do, right? So what we do is we write that down on a slip of paper and then we use this (points to videocamera lying on table) to make our own final thing we've always wanted to do in the strip" strip.

Lisa: Oh okay, I got it.

Cindy: Well, let's get started. (she starts to scribble onto a notepad, as does everyone else)

Kevin: (finishes) Okay, now, let's read them out!

Tony: (shocked) We've got to read them out? To everyone?

Kevin: Well, yeah, that's how we decide whose to film and so on.

Tony: Uh..

Kevin: Biff, you go first.

Biff: (reads his slip of paper) Get drunk and run around naked.

Kevin: Uh.. thanks, Biff. Now you, Scott.

Scott: Get drunk and run around naked.

Kevin: Okay, uh.. now you, Cindy.

Cindy: (blushes a little) Okay.. um..

Kevin: Let me guess, "kiss Tony"? (smiles and nudges, Tony playfully in the ribs)

Cindy: No.. not quite. Mine is .. uh.. get inebriated and .. run about .. au naturelle..

Kevin: (takes Cindy's piece of paper and reads it, before handing it back) Okay, hands up here anyone who DOESN'T have the idea "Get drunk and run around naked"?

There is a pause, Mikey slowly puts his hand in the air.

Kevin: Okay, Mikey, what's yours?

Mikey: Look, just because I'm gay, it doesn't mean I-

Brad: (taking his slip of paper from him and reads it) "Get drunk and jog around naked".

Kevin: (stares down at his piece of paper for a long time, then looks about the group over the resulting silence) ... vodka, anyone?

[Cut back to the rooftop]

Kevin: Nnnnevermind. Your ending's better.

Tony: Great, well, let's go do it!

Brad: I'll take my cap off, but I'm going to sit so that my comb's out of shot.

[They walk out through the door leaving Dani and Vince there. Vince turns to leave but is stopped by Dani]

Dani: Vince?

Vince: Hmm?

Dani: Thanks. [she shakes his hand, then seizes him in a quick impromptu hug]

[Just as she releases him, however, the background and Dani go all wavy and disappear revealing Vince in his room, in front of his computer with drawing materials lying about. Brad's cap hangs off the corner of a shelf]

Vince: Man, it was all a dream.. and now I'm free to do whatever I want with my free time!

[He switches off the computer and stands up]

Vince: Time to get drunk and run about naked.

Cut to black screen, text on it says "The Class Menagerie by V. Suzukawa, 1997 - 2002" and we hear some rockin' guitar chords that signifies that we've reached the..

END.