Gemelpocalypse!
***The scene starts on an island. A man sits in a chair, his back to the camera. The beach is serene, with white sands and waves cresting nearby. A girl, no older than 17, runs by. The man leers at her and smiles. His thoughts are interrupted by a servant - some local native, not important to the story - with a message.*** Servant : Sir, sir, the people, they are still asking for you... Man : I don't care, Thingthing, I'm done with it. It was stupid, it was for a fake league, and it was stupid. Also, it was stupid. Thingthing : Sir, my name is Carlos, not Thingthing, we've gone over this. And you don't understand - they still cry for you in the night like little babies. Incredibly well spoken Man : Whatever you say, Thingthing. Unless there's something Earth-Shattering, I'm not. Ever. Doing. That. Again. Servant, possible Carlos, not sure : Well, you see, Mr Scoop, that's the thing... It's happened again... Scoop Rumerton ; Hah, the way yo...