Post by angryfan on Mar 16, 2007 18:17:37 GMT -5
Here ya go guys, hope it's ok.
(Scene opens in the living room, mid-argument)
Steph: Damn it, Hunter, are you even listening?
HHH: Steph, I’ve been trying to, but all you keep saying is that it’s my fault.
Steph: Oooooohhhhhhhhh, you are so insensitive sometimes!
HHH: Insensi –
Steph: Stop interrupting me!
HHH: Ok, ok, sorry.
Steph: You’re doing it again!
Flair: (backed into a corner) Woo –
Steph: DON’T try to help him, Naitch!
Flair: (raising his hands) Wooo.
HHH: Steph, listen, honey, at least tell me what’s wong.
Steph: I already TOLD you! Thanks to you and your “wrestler” friends, they’re sending someone I know will make us money back to Louisville.
HHH: Steph, they do that sort of –
Steph: SHUT UP!
HHH: OK, shutting up now.
Steph: And I keep telling them, Rodimer is money. He’s got the look, he’s got…the look!
HHH: Wait, what about Roddy? They’re sending Piper to Kentucky?
Steph: No, not Roddy…oh never mind! You are such a…a…MAN!
HHH: But…wait, what?
(Steph screams and begins throwing WWF rasslin’ buddies at his head)
HHH: (dodging Koko B. Ware) Hey, watch it, those things can hurt!
Steph: (still hurling toys) If you can’t be sensitive to my problems (throws a JYD doll) then you can just sleep on the couch!
HHH: The couch?
Steph: That’s right, you’re sleeping on the couch! (she turns to leave)
HHH: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
(a door bursts open and Motorhead appears)
Lemmy: I AM THE COUCH, YOU DON’T WANT TO PLAY ME –
HHH: (cutting him off) What the hell are you doing here?
Lemmy: It was in the contract for the ‘Mania appearance.
HHH: That was two years ago!
Lemmy: Well…we’re bored, and you have cable.
HHH: Good point. Say, you got any ideas what I can do to make Steph stop being mad at me?
Lemmy: Uh, lemme think.
(the band huddles momentarily)
Lemmy: (breaking the huddle) Power ballad?
HHH: Nah, she’s more of a John Secada fan.
Lemmy: So she’s the one.
HHH: Yeah.
(the band retreats back into their hiding place)
HHH: Any ideas, Naitch?
Flair: Woooo?
HHH: Nah, I don’t think stylin’ or profilin’ is going to get me out of this one. We need help on this. To the Game Phone!
Flair: Wooo?
HHH: Yeah, it’s just a regular rotary phone, but I always wanted to say that.
(HHH dials a number off a card in his wallet, and Bob Holly answers)
HHH: Hello? Yeah, this is Hunter, we’ve got a situation blue.
Holly: Situation blue? Easy, tell Rene to tuck them back in and continue the match.
HHH: What?
Holly: (rifling through his list of code words) Wait, sorry, you said blue, right?
HHH: Yeah. What was that about Rene?
Holly: Oh, nothing, just misread is all. Let’s see. Small guy getting too much of a reaction? Big guy not getting enough of a reaction? Dealing with rookies (he slides that card into his pocket), and, let’s see. Ah, here it is, code blue.
HHH: Well?
Holly: Oh, damn. Steph’s pissed off at you?
HHH: Yeah, she even through Koko B Ware’s rasslin’ buddy at my head.
Holly: Man, this IS serious. I’d figure she’d through Savage or Roberts tops, but Koko? Damn, man, what did you do?
HHH: That’s the ting, I don’t even know. She said something about Kentucky, and Rodisomebodyorother, but it all came out of nowhere. She’s even threatening to make me sleep on the couch.
Holly: Oh God.
HHH: So, come on, man. What’s the protocol? Help me out here.
Holly: OK, listen, the deal is, I’m sending over the top guys from each show. That’s what it says to do.
HHH: But, what happens when I come back? What if this happens again?
Holly: Um…Pedro Morales?
HHH: Sonofa…fine. Send them over, anything to keep me off the couch.
Holly: They’re on their way. (he hangs up)
HHH: OK, Naitch, here’s the deal. They’re sending over a few guys to help us figure a way out of this.
Flair: Woooo!
HHH: Yes, I said us. We’re in this together.
(HHH and Flair head outside and, after several minutes, a van pulls up)
HHH: This has got to be them.
(the vans doors open, and HBK, Cena, Taker, Batista, and Lashley emerge. From behind the wheel, Teddy Long waves)
HHH: Why is Teddy here?
Long: Just came along to let you know you were being helped out by (dramatic pause) The Undertaker, playa! Holla holla holla!
HHH So you guys can help me?
Taker: We’ll make sure you both rest…in…peace.
HHH: Uh…yeah, ok. So, where do we start?
HBK: How about some fantastic DX merchandise? We’ve got T-shirts, we’ve got coffee mugs, we’ve got breakfast cereal!
HHH: We have all that and…wait, did you say breakfast cereal? When the hell did we get cereal?
HBK: OK, fine, so I just drew a DX shirt on the Honey Nut Cheerios bee.
HHH: (examining the box) You know, I bet we could sell a bundle of these. They’re delicious, good for you, and they’ve got out logo on them.
HBK: Exactly.
HHH: But no time for that now. Gentlemen, we need to go to the mall!
Cena: (saluting) To the mall!
HHH: Uh, yeah.
(the group piles in the van and head off)
(scene changes, seeing the group walk through the doors of the local shopping mall)
HHH: OK, where should we start? We’ve got a lot of ground to cover and, hey, where’d Taker go?
Batista: Still in the van.
HHH: What’s he doing in the van?
HBK: Long said something about the two of them going off to find people who are making any sort of outlandish claim, so that they can face Taker.
HHH: But how is that going to keep me off the couch?
HBK: (shrugs) You won’t have to face Taker, I guess?
HHH: But I was never supposed to in the first place. Oh, never mind. Where should we start shopping?
Batista: (looking off in the distance) Oh…my…God.
HHH: What?
Batista: Casual Male is having a clearance on polo shirts and V-neck sweaters. I know you need my help, but prices like these only come so often. Savings, here I come!
(Batista crouches, does his machine gun dance, and then runs off to find a new wardrobe)
HHH: Well this is just working beautifully.
Flair: Woooo. (he begins to strut and bleed slightly from the forehead)
HHH: You want me to buy her WHAT?
Flair: Wooooooooooo! (the bleeding increases)
HHH: Naitch, buddy, as fun as it would be for me to bring hom a 19 year old stripper with enormous boobs, how would that make my wife not be mad at me?
Lashley: (giggling) You said boobs.
HHH: Your point?
Lashley: Boobs is funny. (he giggles again)
HHH: You’ve been spending too much time around Vince, haven’t you? Now do you have any ideas on a gift that will get me out of this problem that I don’t even know how I got into in the first place?
(Lashley stares at HHH, making the googley eyes of death)
HHH: How is your angry face going to help?
Lashley: (barely above a whisper) That was my thinking face. Why did you think I was mad?
HHH: Because you did that eye thing.
Lashley: I…I do an eye thing?
HHH: Yeah, see for yourself. (he points to a mirror nearby)
Lashley: (staring into the mirror) My God, I never realized…(he wanders off muttering)
HHH: Well this is just fan-freaking-tastic. How the hell am I supposed to get anything done when people who are supposed to be helping me keep disappearing?
Cena: I’m still here.
HHH: Oh, yeah, sorry about that.
Cena: Wait, hold on. You mean, you didn’t see me?
HHH: Well, I wasn’t really paying attention and –
Cena: YES! I k new it would work. I kenw it!
HHH: You went back and saw the voodoo priestess again, didn’t you?
Cena: Yeah, she said last time that she forgot to sacrifice a chicken, that’s why it hasn’t worked.
HHH: And despite all logic, you believe her this time.
Cena: Hey, man, it’s a sacred religious tradition.
HHH: One that makes you invisible when you wave your hand around?
Cena: Yep.
HHH: And you see nothing weird about this at all? Nothing screams “I got taken” in the least?
Cena: Nope, why? Should it?
HHH: You know what? Never mind, good luck with the whole invisibility thing.
Cena: Thanks, that means a lot.
HHH: Now, can we please get back to finding a present?
Cena: Sure.
(the trio head off to a large jewelry store)
Cena: You know what she might like? Find her something that spins.
HHH: Spins. Are you serious?
Cena; Look, it’s a proven fact, women love stuff that spins, it’s hypnotic.
HHH: Is that right?
Cena: Yeah. Or, wait, maybe it’s things that float. I’m not sure.
HHH Can we please just shop?
Cena: Sure, sure, my bad.
(the three of them begin scanning numerous cases)
Cena: Found one!
HHH: Really?
Cena: yeah. (he holds up a large pair of bejeweled knux, with the word “love” written in various stones) It doesn’t spin, so it’ll work, right?
HHH: Uh, John, I don’t think that’s quite the right gift.
Cena: (trying them on) Why not? They’re stylish.
HHH: Yeah, but she’s already mad at me, why would I give her a weapon?
Cena; Oh, yeah. (he shrugs) Then I got nothing man.
HHH: (sighing) Fine, I guess I’ll have to do this myself. (he motions for the closest salesperson) I need your help.
Salesperson: Certainly, sir, any ideas?
HHH: I need something gigantic. I mean, I want the biggest diamond you have. I want the hossiest of all the stones here.
Salesperson: The…hossiest? Is that a word?
HHH: (glaring) Yes, it’s a word. Now fetch me the stone!
Salesperson: Certainly.
(the salesperson retreats, and returns momentarily with a bracelet containing ten one karat diamonds and a full karat ruby in the center)
Salesperson: Is this along the lines of what you would consider, as you put it, hossy?
HHH: Hell yes it is! One rock for each title run! That’ll be perfect. Ring it up!
Salesperson: (pushing a few buttons on the register) That will be –
HHH: (cutting them off) I don’t care how much it is. Here. (he hands over a credit card)
Salesperson: (swiping the card and handing a receipt) And if I could just get your signature Mister…(glances at the card) The Game?
HHH: Sure. (he scrawls a signature and takes the card)
(the salesperson wraps the package, and the trio return to the van, to find several dozen people unconscious on the pavement, with Taker in the process of Tombstoning an elderly man)
HHH: What the hell?
Long: (busily dancing laps around the van) Holla, holla, holla, holla, holla!
HHH: Uh, yeah, can we go now?
(the group enter the van, to find Baista, sprawled in the backseat, covered in shopping bags, and Lashley, still staring out the window mumbling)
(Scene changes to the house, as HHH and Flair exit the van and bid the group farewell)
HHH: All I know is, this better work.
Flair: (placing a hand on HHH’s shoulder) Wooo.
(HHH and Flair enter the house to find Steph sitting on the couch with Lemmy)
Steph: Oh, good, you’re home. Listen, Hunter, I wanted to –
HHH: Steph, before you say anything, I brought you something.
(HHH hands over the package and Steph opens it, her eyes bugging out Lashley style)
HHH: Are you upset?
Steph: Upset? No, of course not. It’s beautiful, thank you. What I was going to say is, I stopped being mad not five minutes after you left.
HHH: You’re welcome, I’m glad that we…wait, what?
Steph: Yeah, it was all Lemmy. He explained to me how couples that work together tend to take work related stressors out on each other, and how I was merely projecting my frustrations with those who made a certain decision out on you, rather than voicing my concern to those who had upset me.
HHH: I…see. (he looks at Lemmy) Could I get a word with you a moment?
Lemmy: Of course.
HHH: (whispering) First off, when the hell did you become Doctor Phil?
Lemmy: Well, I do watch a lot of daytime TV, and his show is entertaining.
HHH: More to the point, you have my cell number. You couldn’t have called and told me, say, when it happened that she wasn’t mad at me? You waited until I went out and spent (he glances at the receipt) Sweet Jesus!
Lemmy: Well, Hunter, you can’t put a price tag on love, now can you. (HHH hands him the receipt) Good Lord!
HHH: (trying to remain calm) Steph, honey, the important thing is, we’ve worked this out, right? Everything’s ok, and we can all go back to normal, right?
Steph: (still beaming over the bracelet) Well, of course we can.
HHH: So, then I don’t have to sleep on the couch?
Steph: Well, actually, yes.
HHH: Good, I’m galad to…wait, I do still have to sleep on the couch?
Steph: Well, Lemmy explained that, when couples fight, it is always a good idea to take some alone time. I just need some alone time, that’s all. It’s nothing to do with you, Hunter, really.
HHH: But, I still have to sleep on the couch.
Steph: Yes.
HHH: DAMN IT!
(Scene opens in the living room, mid-argument)
Steph: Damn it, Hunter, are you even listening?
HHH: Steph, I’ve been trying to, but all you keep saying is that it’s my fault.
Steph: Oooooohhhhhhhhh, you are so insensitive sometimes!
HHH: Insensi –
Steph: Stop interrupting me!
HHH: Ok, ok, sorry.
Steph: You’re doing it again!
Flair: (backed into a corner) Woo –
Steph: DON’T try to help him, Naitch!
Flair: (raising his hands) Wooo.
HHH: Steph, listen, honey, at least tell me what’s wong.
Steph: I already TOLD you! Thanks to you and your “wrestler” friends, they’re sending someone I know will make us money back to Louisville.
HHH: Steph, they do that sort of –
Steph: SHUT UP!
HHH: OK, shutting up now.
Steph: And I keep telling them, Rodimer is money. He’s got the look, he’s got…the look!
HHH: Wait, what about Roddy? They’re sending Piper to Kentucky?
Steph: No, not Roddy…oh never mind! You are such a…a…MAN!
HHH: But…wait, what?
(Steph screams and begins throwing WWF rasslin’ buddies at his head)
HHH: (dodging Koko B. Ware) Hey, watch it, those things can hurt!
Steph: (still hurling toys) If you can’t be sensitive to my problems (throws a JYD doll) then you can just sleep on the couch!
HHH: The couch?
Steph: That’s right, you’re sleeping on the couch! (she turns to leave)
HHH: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
(a door bursts open and Motorhead appears)
Lemmy: I AM THE COUCH, YOU DON’T WANT TO PLAY ME –
HHH: (cutting him off) What the hell are you doing here?
Lemmy: It was in the contract for the ‘Mania appearance.
HHH: That was two years ago!
Lemmy: Well…we’re bored, and you have cable.
HHH: Good point. Say, you got any ideas what I can do to make Steph stop being mad at me?
Lemmy: Uh, lemme think.
(the band huddles momentarily)
Lemmy: (breaking the huddle) Power ballad?
HHH: Nah, she’s more of a John Secada fan.
Lemmy: So she’s the one.
HHH: Yeah.
(the band retreats back into their hiding place)
HHH: Any ideas, Naitch?
Flair: Woooo?
HHH: Nah, I don’t think stylin’ or profilin’ is going to get me out of this one. We need help on this. To the Game Phone!
Flair: Wooo?
HHH: Yeah, it’s just a regular rotary phone, but I always wanted to say that.
(HHH dials a number off a card in his wallet, and Bob Holly answers)
HHH: Hello? Yeah, this is Hunter, we’ve got a situation blue.
Holly: Situation blue? Easy, tell Rene to tuck them back in and continue the match.
HHH: What?
Holly: (rifling through his list of code words) Wait, sorry, you said blue, right?
HHH: Yeah. What was that about Rene?
Holly: Oh, nothing, just misread is all. Let’s see. Small guy getting too much of a reaction? Big guy not getting enough of a reaction? Dealing with rookies (he slides that card into his pocket), and, let’s see. Ah, here it is, code blue.
HHH: Well?
Holly: Oh, damn. Steph’s pissed off at you?
HHH: Yeah, she even through Koko B Ware’s rasslin’ buddy at my head.
Holly: Man, this IS serious. I’d figure she’d through Savage or Roberts tops, but Koko? Damn, man, what did you do?
HHH: That’s the ting, I don’t even know. She said something about Kentucky, and Rodisomebodyorother, but it all came out of nowhere. She’s even threatening to make me sleep on the couch.
Holly: Oh God.
HHH: So, come on, man. What’s the protocol? Help me out here.
Holly: OK, listen, the deal is, I’m sending over the top guys from each show. That’s what it says to do.
HHH: But, what happens when I come back? What if this happens again?
Holly: Um…Pedro Morales?
HHH: Sonofa…fine. Send them over, anything to keep me off the couch.
Holly: They’re on their way. (he hangs up)
HHH: OK, Naitch, here’s the deal. They’re sending over a few guys to help us figure a way out of this.
Flair: Woooo!
HHH: Yes, I said us. We’re in this together.
(HHH and Flair head outside and, after several minutes, a van pulls up)
HHH: This has got to be them.
(the vans doors open, and HBK, Cena, Taker, Batista, and Lashley emerge. From behind the wheel, Teddy Long waves)
HHH: Why is Teddy here?
Long: Just came along to let you know you were being helped out by (dramatic pause) The Undertaker, playa! Holla holla holla!
HHH So you guys can help me?
Taker: We’ll make sure you both rest…in…peace.
HHH: Uh…yeah, ok. So, where do we start?
HBK: How about some fantastic DX merchandise? We’ve got T-shirts, we’ve got coffee mugs, we’ve got breakfast cereal!
HHH: We have all that and…wait, did you say breakfast cereal? When the hell did we get cereal?
HBK: OK, fine, so I just drew a DX shirt on the Honey Nut Cheerios bee.
HHH: (examining the box) You know, I bet we could sell a bundle of these. They’re delicious, good for you, and they’ve got out logo on them.
HBK: Exactly.
HHH: But no time for that now. Gentlemen, we need to go to the mall!
Cena: (saluting) To the mall!
HHH: Uh, yeah.
(the group piles in the van and head off)
(scene changes, seeing the group walk through the doors of the local shopping mall)
HHH: OK, where should we start? We’ve got a lot of ground to cover and, hey, where’d Taker go?
Batista: Still in the van.
HHH: What’s he doing in the van?
HBK: Long said something about the two of them going off to find people who are making any sort of outlandish claim, so that they can face Taker.
HHH: But how is that going to keep me off the couch?
HBK: (shrugs) You won’t have to face Taker, I guess?
HHH: But I was never supposed to in the first place. Oh, never mind. Where should we start shopping?
Batista: (looking off in the distance) Oh…my…God.
HHH: What?
Batista: Casual Male is having a clearance on polo shirts and V-neck sweaters. I know you need my help, but prices like these only come so often. Savings, here I come!
(Batista crouches, does his machine gun dance, and then runs off to find a new wardrobe)
HHH: Well this is just working beautifully.
Flair: Woooo. (he begins to strut and bleed slightly from the forehead)
HHH: You want me to buy her WHAT?
Flair: Wooooooooooo! (the bleeding increases)
HHH: Naitch, buddy, as fun as it would be for me to bring hom a 19 year old stripper with enormous boobs, how would that make my wife not be mad at me?
Lashley: (giggling) You said boobs.
HHH: Your point?
Lashley: Boobs is funny. (he giggles again)
HHH: You’ve been spending too much time around Vince, haven’t you? Now do you have any ideas on a gift that will get me out of this problem that I don’t even know how I got into in the first place?
(Lashley stares at HHH, making the googley eyes of death)
HHH: How is your angry face going to help?
Lashley: (barely above a whisper) That was my thinking face. Why did you think I was mad?
HHH: Because you did that eye thing.
Lashley: I…I do an eye thing?
HHH: Yeah, see for yourself. (he points to a mirror nearby)
Lashley: (staring into the mirror) My God, I never realized…(he wanders off muttering)
HHH: Well this is just fan-freaking-tastic. How the hell am I supposed to get anything done when people who are supposed to be helping me keep disappearing?
Cena: I’m still here.
HHH: Oh, yeah, sorry about that.
Cena: Wait, hold on. You mean, you didn’t see me?
HHH: Well, I wasn’t really paying attention and –
Cena: YES! I k new it would work. I kenw it!
HHH: You went back and saw the voodoo priestess again, didn’t you?
Cena: Yeah, she said last time that she forgot to sacrifice a chicken, that’s why it hasn’t worked.
HHH: And despite all logic, you believe her this time.
Cena: Hey, man, it’s a sacred religious tradition.
HHH: One that makes you invisible when you wave your hand around?
Cena: Yep.
HHH: And you see nothing weird about this at all? Nothing screams “I got taken” in the least?
Cena: Nope, why? Should it?
HHH: You know what? Never mind, good luck with the whole invisibility thing.
Cena: Thanks, that means a lot.
HHH: Now, can we please get back to finding a present?
Cena: Sure.
(the trio head off to a large jewelry store)
Cena: You know what she might like? Find her something that spins.
HHH: Spins. Are you serious?
Cena; Look, it’s a proven fact, women love stuff that spins, it’s hypnotic.
HHH: Is that right?
Cena: Yeah. Or, wait, maybe it’s things that float. I’m not sure.
HHH Can we please just shop?
Cena: Sure, sure, my bad.
(the three of them begin scanning numerous cases)
Cena: Found one!
HHH: Really?
Cena: yeah. (he holds up a large pair of bejeweled knux, with the word “love” written in various stones) It doesn’t spin, so it’ll work, right?
HHH: Uh, John, I don’t think that’s quite the right gift.
Cena: (trying them on) Why not? They’re stylish.
HHH: Yeah, but she’s already mad at me, why would I give her a weapon?
Cena; Oh, yeah. (he shrugs) Then I got nothing man.
HHH: (sighing) Fine, I guess I’ll have to do this myself. (he motions for the closest salesperson) I need your help.
Salesperson: Certainly, sir, any ideas?
HHH: I need something gigantic. I mean, I want the biggest diamond you have. I want the hossiest of all the stones here.
Salesperson: The…hossiest? Is that a word?
HHH: (glaring) Yes, it’s a word. Now fetch me the stone!
Salesperson: Certainly.
(the salesperson retreats, and returns momentarily with a bracelet containing ten one karat diamonds and a full karat ruby in the center)
Salesperson: Is this along the lines of what you would consider, as you put it, hossy?
HHH: Hell yes it is! One rock for each title run! That’ll be perfect. Ring it up!
Salesperson: (pushing a few buttons on the register) That will be –
HHH: (cutting them off) I don’t care how much it is. Here. (he hands over a credit card)
Salesperson: (swiping the card and handing a receipt) And if I could just get your signature Mister…(glances at the card) The Game?
HHH: Sure. (he scrawls a signature and takes the card)
(the salesperson wraps the package, and the trio return to the van, to find several dozen people unconscious on the pavement, with Taker in the process of Tombstoning an elderly man)
HHH: What the hell?
Long: (busily dancing laps around the van) Holla, holla, holla, holla, holla!
HHH: Uh, yeah, can we go now?
(the group enter the van, to find Baista, sprawled in the backseat, covered in shopping bags, and Lashley, still staring out the window mumbling)
(Scene changes to the house, as HHH and Flair exit the van and bid the group farewell)
HHH: All I know is, this better work.
Flair: (placing a hand on HHH’s shoulder) Wooo.
(HHH and Flair enter the house to find Steph sitting on the couch with Lemmy)
Steph: Oh, good, you’re home. Listen, Hunter, I wanted to –
HHH: Steph, before you say anything, I brought you something.
(HHH hands over the package and Steph opens it, her eyes bugging out Lashley style)
HHH: Are you upset?
Steph: Upset? No, of course not. It’s beautiful, thank you. What I was going to say is, I stopped being mad not five minutes after you left.
HHH: You’re welcome, I’m glad that we…wait, what?
Steph: Yeah, it was all Lemmy. He explained to me how couples that work together tend to take work related stressors out on each other, and how I was merely projecting my frustrations with those who made a certain decision out on you, rather than voicing my concern to those who had upset me.
HHH: I…see. (he looks at Lemmy) Could I get a word with you a moment?
Lemmy: Of course.
HHH: (whispering) First off, when the hell did you become Doctor Phil?
Lemmy: Well, I do watch a lot of daytime TV, and his show is entertaining.
HHH: More to the point, you have my cell number. You couldn’t have called and told me, say, when it happened that she wasn’t mad at me? You waited until I went out and spent (he glances at the receipt) Sweet Jesus!
Lemmy: Well, Hunter, you can’t put a price tag on love, now can you. (HHH hands him the receipt) Good Lord!
HHH: (trying to remain calm) Steph, honey, the important thing is, we’ve worked this out, right? Everything’s ok, and we can all go back to normal, right?
Steph: (still beaming over the bracelet) Well, of course we can.
HHH: So, then I don’t have to sleep on the couch?
Steph: Well, actually, yes.
HHH: Good, I’m galad to…wait, I do still have to sleep on the couch?
Steph: Well, Lemmy explained that, when couples fight, it is always a good idea to take some alone time. I just need some alone time, that’s all. It’s nothing to do with you, Hunter, really.
HHH: But, I still have to sleep on the couch.
Steph: Yes.
HHH: DAMN IT!
helped $lim jinx NXT. Woops
