Applicant Number One-Hundred Forty-Eight:
(Applicant Number 148 approached the table where Mars and RK were sitting. He was dressed in a head-to-toe black Ninja outfit.)
Applicant #148: “I am the Kung-Fu Karate Master!”
(Mr. Kung-Fu (hereafter known as Mr. K-F) strikes a pose. Then he claps his hands together and gestures broadly.)
Mr. K-F: “A demonstration!”
RK: “I really don’t think that is necessary…”
Mr. K-F: “Of course it is necessary! How else will you judge whether I am a worthy housemate or not?”
Mars: (muttering beneath her breath) “Maybe by your sanity, nitwit.”
(Mr. K-F jumps into the air and does a flying spin-kick, landing agilely a few feet away. He continues a rather well-practiced routine.)
(RK talking to Mars.)
RK: “Dude, wot’s he doing?”
Mars: “Apparently it’s his demonstration.”
RK: (whining) “Make him stop, Mars.”
(Mars sighs, then grabs a tazer from beside her chair. She gets up and meanders over to Mr. K-F.)
Mr. K-F: “Ah! You’ve come to face me to further test my abilities I see!”
Mars: “No.”
(*Zzzzzttttt* Mars zaps Mr. K-F with the tazer.)
Mr. K-F: “AAAIIIIIEEEEE!!!”
(Mr. K-F falls twitching to the floor.)
Mars: “Security!”
(The Stormtrooper guard snaps to attention and hustles over to Mars.)
Mars: (pointing) “Remove *that*, will you? Thanks.”
Stormtrooper: (saluting) “Yes, Sir!”
(Mars saunters back over to the table where RK had gotten her Big Gulp container and filled it with Jolt.)
RK: “You tazer 'im?”
Mars: “You better believe it.”
RK: “Kewl. Next!”
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