Moderate heat for Jack.

Gene Okerlund: Firstly, Cactus, let me just say that it's good to have you with us here in World Championship Wrestling.

Cactus Jack: Thanks, Gene, it's good to be here. I've deserved a deal like this since God knows when.

Cactus gives a thumbs up. Gene looks a little stunned.

Gene Okerlund: Well, Cactus eh... let's get down to business shall we. I'd like to talk to you about your upcoming match tonight with the Homicidal, Suicidal, Genocidal, Death-Defying Sabu!

Large pop.

Jack smirks.

Cactus Jack: Everybody wants to talk about Sabu. You know, maybe I don't feel like talking about it. Maybe I like to keep my thoughts to myself, maybe... just maybe I'm not thinking about, Sabu right now... maybe my head's not on the match... maybe I'm wondering whether I should have the special chilli fries or the watercrest salad when I head down to the canteen as soon as this interview's over.

Gene Okerlund: ....

Cactus cuts Okerlund off before he can start.

Cactus Jack: I know what you're thinking, Gene; "Go for the Salad, Cactus. Go for the salad!". Well, so what if I'm overweight... you don't need to tease me about it. I'll go ahead and take the fries if I damn well want to!

Jack pants for a breath.

Cactus Jack: Tonight, Gene, I hope Sabu lives up to his moniker. I want him to be homicidal. I want him to be genocidal. More importantly, I want him to be suicidal. Hah, you'd have to be to get in the ring with me... right? But I don't really want to talk about, Sabu. I don't feel very much in the mood tonight, if the truth be told, to stand here and waste my breath.

Gene Okerlund: But the interview, Cactus... what about the interview? Come on, talk to me.

Cactus Jack: You want me to talk? You want me to talk?! Well, I'll talk!! You want an interview, YOU GOT ONE! Talk to you? I'd like to talk to you, Gene...

Gene smiles contented.

Gene Okerlund: Anything you got to say, now's the time.

Cactus Jack: Well, actually, I'd like to talk about the Flinstones, Gene.

Gene looks confused.

Gene Okerlund: What? The Flinstones? Are you kidding me?

Cactus continues without acknowledgement.

Cactus Jack: Gene, I love the Flinstones. But you answer me this; how many times does Fred have to buy the ribs before he realises that the car's gonna' tip over?

Gene looks totally lost and dumbstruck. Cactus grins widely.

Cactus Jack: Gene, trust me - tonight, me and Sabu... we'll have a do time, a dabba-do time, we'll have A.. GAY... OLD... TIME! BANG BANG!

Cactus ends the sing-a-long by shooting off his finger pistols and strutting cheekily off set.