Where all the JOHNSONS go

PIW Massacre
Nov. 16, 2002

The night was dark. Odd, huh? Anyway, Team EGO stepped out the rear entrance.

"Ya know Studd..." Vincent began. "There is a little bit of symbolism in this. This back entrance of the door is like an asshole...and you know what comes out of an asshole?"

"Shit?" Studd said.

Vincent pointed. "Look at the six little inferior sports entertainers who wanted to become part of the most entertaining show in all of television today. PIW Massacre. Starring Trey Vincent and Sean Studd."

*Ahem* "Starring Sean Studd and Trey Vincent," Studd corrected.

"We'll talk." Vincent said as they walked up to the group, who were amusing themselves by playing with their jacks.

"Boys, we've got good news for you," Studd said to the group which celebrated.

"It's real simple guys, we've got you a meeting with the head honcho of PIW. But he's already left the building. His name is Jim Johnson. And if you want to get in PIW, you have to meet him at this place," Vincent told them, handing them a piece of paper. "Those are the directions."

"He's at Dick Chain-E," Studd said with a smile. "It's where all the big johnsons go."

The group let out a bunch of "Woohoos!" and that Chris guy lead them to the clown car. AKA, a Pinto!

They piled inside and the engine coughed to life. As it sputtered into reverse and headed toward the street, Vincent and Studd laughed.

"To the EGO-mobile!" Vincent said.

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