Doozer Is In The House!!!

**Warning**: This is not an Episode of Doozer Television... I repeat... This is not an Episode of Doozer Television... The DWF has chosen Doozer and Dusty to take place in a comparison thing. They will visit the same places at different times. What we all see is how Doozer and Dusty survive in eachothers enviroment...

When the normal Dusty speaks, his font color will be lime green. When 'The Dark and Demented' Dusty speaks, his font color will be gray.

Cast For This Roleplay:
Doozer
Dusty

(The scene opens in a darkened room. The yellow shades are down and shut. The wall furthest from the camera has a varnished dresser and a small oak stand budding up against its newly done coat of white paint. The wall to the right has Doozer’s bed pressed tightly up against it. The wall to the left is decorated with pictures of landscapes, baseball, and women tacked up to a bulletin board. That is almost all the room consists off except for a small television tray, which is neatly standing next to Doozer’s bed, and a television that is standing up about five feet above the foot of Doozer’s bed. On the tray, lay a half-eaten peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, a full cup of orange juice, some apples and oranges that look like they haven’t been touched. The television is playing a show called "The Best of DTV!!!" It is just a bunch of reruns all combined into one show while Doozer Television is not airing. Then, the camera spots Doozer stirring in his bed. Suddenly, he turns and with a half-opened eye, spots the camera. Doozer hauls off the bed-sheets and flips a switch that turns a rather bright light in the center of the ceiling. This reveals Doozer to be wearing his "Born Buff" T-shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and a backwards, green, fitted hat. Doozer yawns, stretches, and begins to speak…)

Doozer: What the f*ck do you want?

Dusty: *the camera operator Hi Doozie!!!

Doozer: Get out of here you fat bastard…

Dusty: You dare poke fun at my appearance?

Doozer: Satan, do yourself a favor and shut the hell up.

Dusty: But we came here to help you.

Doozer: What do you mean, help me? I got some hot bitches for nurses… I don’t need any help… I need a sponge bath!!!

Dusty:… Why would you want a girl rubbing you up and down and up and down…

Doozer: God, you are just deprived from all that is good in the world.

Dusty: Good is bad!!! Bad is good!!!

Doozer: That would make Dusty smart…

Dusty: Well, Doozie, you have a USA Title Match and we are going to get you to the arena so you can fight!!!

Doozer: A USA Title Match??? Don’t those retards in the back know I’m injured?

Dusty: … I’m a retard…

Dusty: And I am Satan!!! BOW BEFORE ME!!!

Doozer: And I am Doozer… Get me to the Arena!!!

(Dusty puts out his rather large hand to Doozer, which to Dusty’s surprise, Doozer takes willingly and hauls himself out of the bed. Then, Doozer and Dusty begin to quietly tip toe towards the door. Doozer puts out his hand slowly to the silver door-knob and stealthily turns it. Doozer pushes on the large, brown door, with caution and quickly, but quietly inch into the hall followed by Dusty. Doozer and Dusty walk down the black and white tiled hallway floor with white walls and a white ceiling. Eventually, they meet up with an orderly. He is wearing a white and red striped uniform with a name tag over his right chest area… It’s labeled "George.")

George: Where do you think you are going?

Doozer: I was just taking a little walk around… Just to see if everything is working correctly.

Dusty: Doozie, I thought we were trying to escape?

George: Escape will you? Doozer, I thought you were smarter than that? Especially with the broken bones and the concussion.

Dusty: You have a concussion… Oh no…

Dusty: Shut up ya damn pussy.

Dusty: I wouldn’t fight with a concussion, Doozie.

Dusty: Well, he’s not a pussy like you… biatch.

(The sight of a person, who stands seven feet tall and weighs four hundred pounds, arguing back and forth with himself scares off the tiny candy-striper named George. Doozer shakes his head on how retarded and weird Dusty could be, but also how effective he could be at the same time. Dusty just stands there, looking back at the candy-striper who appears scared out of his wits, and shrugs his shoulders like he doesn’t have a clue what it must look like to see somebody calling themselves a "pussy.")

Dusty: What’s up with that guy?

Doozer: Well, what would you do if I were calling myself a pussy?

Dusty: I’d probably beat you over the head with a baseball bat and get fifty dollars for putting you in the mental institution…

Dusty: Don’t give him any ideas… pussy!

Doozer: How about we just tries to get out this hell hold and get to the DWF Arena…

(Dusty nods his head and they start to walk down the hall. They walk by the entrance guard, without him even suspecting or noticing a single thing. Doozer and Dusty start to walk for the door. Right then, Dusty breaks down from the pressure of trying to be sneaky. His face turns red and he turns to the large guard and jumps down at his feet. Dusty beings to weep sorrowfully. Right then, Satan takes over Dusty’s body, and suddenly sweeps the legs of the guard out from under him. The guard screams, which causes ten other guards to turn and see what is taking place. They look at Dusty, who’s eyes are red, and then to Doozer, who is there pulling his hair out of his head. The guards charge at both Doozer and Dusty. Doozer runs for the glass door with a steel frame. Dusty stands up on both his feet. He glares at all ten guards and then speaks…)

Dusty: Let’s get out of here!!!

(Dusty turns to Doozer, who is motioning to him to run for the door. Dusty starts to run, he gets about four feet away from the door and collapses on the hard tiled floor… The guards, with sleeping gas bombs and mace spot Doozer and trample over Dusty as they chase Doozer away into the darkness of a new morning and the screen fades…)