Scene: A living room in the middle of the day. A large screen television has an American Baseball game on. Kromdale, Hraust, Theo and Quisyndia fill the couches, some more interested than others.
Kromdale: Sheesh! Is this ever going to end? I thought they only played nine enders.
Quisyndia: It's innings, and they play more than nine if the score is tied.
Kromdale: How many more? Get this over with. I'm missing my show.
Quisyndia: As many as they need! Now be quiet! They have a guy on with only one out! We need a grounder to get to the twelfth.
Kromdale: Well, now I'm rooting for these bird guys.
Quisyndia: They're the Orioles. Only idiots root for a team they don't know the name of.
Kromdale: I don't need to know their name to root for them. I just need to know they're playing your angles.
Quisyndia: Don't be a hater! Besides, I root for the Angels, not the angles. That sounds like some sort of mob crew fixing games. Wait...Wait...WOOHOO!! Double play! Now we need a run to win it!
Hraust: I'm getting into this game. It's do or die time, right? The angels score and--
Kromdale: Someone gets killed?!?!?
Quisyndia: Um, no. The Angels win. The only one close to death here, is you.
Kromdale: Bah! I almost had some interest. Can't we turn it to World's Dumbest Daredevils? At least people get hurt there.
Quisyndia: NO! Now quiet. Our rookie catcher is up. He already has a walk-off home run this season.
Kromdale: A walk-off home run?!?!? Something's wrong there. This game never makes sense. Is the dude running home, or walking away?
Quisyndia: He runs home, then walks off the field with the win.
Kromdale: Does he take the pitchers severed head with him? Now that's a walk-off.
Quisyndia: OH! OH! There's a drive down the line! Run rookie run!!! YESSS!!! A double and no one is out!!
Kromdale: Sheesh, he got lucky. Now you keep calling him a rookie. He's never played before?
Quisyndia: No. It's just his first year in the majors.
Kromdale: So how long has he played?
Quisyndia: Probably since he was five. That's how dedicated these guys are.
Kromdale: A guy who has played for twenty years and he's a rookie?!?!?
Quisyndia: GAH!!! A strikeout! I hate the bunt him over thing!!! It makes me SOOO MAD!!!!!
Kromdale: Whoa, calm down! You know what happens when you get excited! Remember the fair? I can still see those stuffed animals flying through the air on fire.
Quisyndia: That was a one time thing. Besides, that guy running the booth jiggled the table right when my ping pong ball was going in the blue glass!
Hraust: It was for a stuffed toy! You blew the whole shop up! It rained stuffing for an hour.
Quisyndia: Whatever. NOOOO!!! Don't swing at that garbage! Two outs, we are going to choke again!
Hraust: Hmmm...was that thunder outside? There isn't a cloud around.
Quisyndia: You're imagining things.
Kromdale: Yeah? Did we imagine that thing when you were singing Karaoke?
Quisyndia: I was tapping my feet with the song!
Hraust: You caused an earthquake.
Quisyndia: You two are twisting things! GRRR! They walked our two best hitters...
Kromdale: HAHA! Your angles are going to blow it!
Quisyndia: It's the ANGELS! Be quiet!!
Hraust: <quietly> Might be a good time to take that walk we were talking about, Theo.
Quisyndia: Aaannddd the pitch. A fly ball to left!! It’s over his head!!! WE WINNN!!! YESSSSS!!!!!!!!! Light up the halo!
Kromdale: You got lucky--
Quisyndia: Did we? Oh, wait, you decided to root against us, didn't you? Anything to say now?
Kromdale: Um...oh look at the time! I have a dentist appointment. Gotta go!
Quisyndia: Too late. It’s time to launch the fireworks!
Kromdale: <Gulp>
KAAAA__BOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!