Batting up… but DOOMed from the start…

*MF DOOMERS are walking through the studio, after just exiting the cafeteria.*

Black Frost: MmmmMmm! I’m telling ya, they know how to make some gooood meals here! Now I know where all the budget is going to, ho!

*Doomguy nods in agreement.*

Black Frost: Too bad they didn’t have any human meat, ho… The ice cream was still good, though!

*Doomguy wipes some of the chocolate ice cream and sprinkles from his mask and grunts.*

Black Frost: Hee ho, who’s that over there..?

*The two turn to see a figure sitting by himself, clenching his bat.*

Black Frost: Ho! It’s the Batter! Let’s go say hello, Mr Guy!

*Doomguy sighs upon hearing the request, but reluctantly agrees as the two slowly walk towards the Batter.*

Batter: . . .

Black Frost: Hee-Ho there, Batter! You doing alright?

Batter: …

Doomguy: …

Batter: …

Doomguy: …

Black Frost: … Jheez… talk about a tough crowd! I’m surrounded by a bunch of-

Batter: I do not wish to converse with a demon.

Black Frost: Bit ironic, ho! Some people would consider you a demon, hee ho.

Batter: Your opinion means as much as dirt to me, demon. Your filthy kind do not deserve my breath.

Black Frost: Sheeeshh.. talk about a freak, ho. You really believe all that crap coming out of your mouth? Bet that attitude attracts tons of friends, eh? You got a girlfriend, ho? Perhaps even a boyfriend?

Batter: I hope you realise how truly insufferable you are, demon. Both of you are total scum.

*Doomguy grunts in a semi-controlled anger.*

Batter: Do not think you can sway me with intimidation, Doomguy. It may work on the weak willed around this studio, but I am not one of them. You’ve become soft. And I’m not afraid of weakness. Partnering up with a demon… how the mighty have fallen.

*Doomguy growls, and reaches into his pocket and pulls out his shotgun. The Batter turns around and holds his bat up, ready to strike.*

Black Frost: Woooaahhh, woah woah woah, ho! No need to violence here, hee ho!

Batter: Why not? Your friend seems raring to go. Come on… show me that bloodlust. The craving for carnage you have buried deep inside, Doom Guy.

*Doomguy marches closer towards The Batter.*

Batter: Yes… show me your true spirit…!

*Doomguy rushes up to The Batter, and leans up close to his ear.*

Doomguy: … Sore loser.

*Doomguy backs up, and puts his shotgun away.*

Batter: Wh-.. Huh?

Black Frost: .. Ho.. Ho ho ho! You said it, Mr Guy! Heeshh… what a sore loser, ho. This Batter just sits here every day complaining about how stupid people are, but you’re just sour that you got knocked out round one!

Batter: … Gh..

Black Frost: Sure, ho. Losing is tough. Hell, we know what it feels like! Losers round 2 was quite a blow… but! We take it in our stride, hee ho! Winning or losing doesn’t matter, as long as you have fun!

*Tyler walks past the three, and spots MF DOOMERS.*

Tyler: Yooo, you dumbass motherfuckers! I just got a vinyl of “Mm.. Food”! Are you gonna come listen to it or what?

Black Frost: Hee ho! Sup Tyler! Yes, we’ll see you up in dorms in a little bit!

*Doomguy makes a small wave towards Tyler.*

Tyler: Aight, but don’t keep me fuckin’ waiting! I won’t hold back for you by the time I get to the dorms, hahahaha.

*Tyler walks off towards the dorm rooms.*

Black Frost: See, ho! Tyler’s just having fun! He came last in the whole thing and he’s still keeping his head up, hee ho! I know we knocked him down round one… but he didn’t have any resentment against us… At least, now he doesn’t, hee ho… Point is, you can’t just blame others when you lose! That’s just bad sportsmanship, ho.

Batter: …

*The Batter looks down towards the ground.*

Black Frost: Anyways, we gotta catch up with T! See you later, Batter-ho!

*Black Frost walks off. Doomguy and Batter exchange a glance before Doomguy follows him, as the two trail off to the dorms.*

Batter: … Meaningless. The relationships here are so… meaningless.

*The Batter turns away, and holds his bat.*

Batter: They’re all a distraction to my goal… I came to win and it was thrown in my face. This unjust ruling must be punished.

*The Batter looks at his bat.*

Batter: They will be… purified..