Bullet
(FADIEN to the extravagant office of the Chairman of EPW, Anarky. He's sitting behind an enormous oak desk and he's wearing a Mars Volta t-shirt and jeans. His legs are up on the chair and a big fat Cuban sits in his mouth as he puffs away and blows out smoke rings. Some lacerations and bruises are still visible from his encounter with Beast.)
ANARKY: "Oh yes... I must say, sometimes it's good to be King. Or Prince. Or whatever the f*ck they give me on a platter.
"I guess this time, they give me you, Beau.
"In a big red bow all cheery and happy and... oh... how touching.
"Tell me, Beau, what, exactly, does being extremely bisexual entail? F*cking someone while you're riding a dirtbike and wailin' down some Mountain Dew, brother?! WOOO HOOO EXTREEEEEME TO THE MAAAAAAAX."
(He takes a long puff on his cigarette and smiles, apparently calm.)
ANARKY: "You'll have to excuse me, Beau, I get a little excited any time someone just GIVES ME something like this.
"I mean, here I got a guy who not only thinks I give a f*ck who he f*cks, but apparently is significantly more concerned with making sweet whoopee to me than worried about not getting his teeth kicked in.
"Surely, you are f*cking kidding me. I mean, is this a joke? April Fool's? Is it really going to be that easy?
"Now surely in the gay community, someone of your muscular tone can pull off the role of serial molester quite well, but honestly, I don't see it happening.
"If you want, you can cop a feel right before you taste the Chaos Breaker. I mean, if that's really all you came for... if you really can't afford a male or female whore... if you're so f*cking desperate for a f*ck that you'll just sit there and take it like a b*tch because that's how you get your rocks off...
"... hey, I'm not one to judge.
"But I guess we're both going to enjoy this.
"Unfortunately, your medical bills, I fear, are going to be significantly higher. And, as Chairman of EPW, I regret to inform you that you are already dangerously close to the limit that our HMO will allow, so if I were you...
"... I would seriously reconsider my options here.
"Truth is, Beau... gay... straight... half-gay... makes no f*cking difference to me.
"I guess, in a way, we're the same, you and I... we're both going to savor this moment and relish in it... in the violation and malice of it...
"... oh yes, Beau. I know you want a taste.
"And I want to give it to you.
"You can feel everything I've been begging to give you... because you are a f*cking disgrace... a joke.
"A movie of the week about the dangers of Rainbow Parties to scare parents into tightening the leashes on their children...
"... you can't f*cking touch me, Beau. Because you don't f*cking see me.
"You only see what you want to see. A sexual object. Satisfaction.
"But I am everything you are not. And it's sad, then, that our meeting will be in a competition of fighting, and not gay lovemaking. Because I am sure I pale in comparison in that world, Beau, i'll give you that.
"But in that ring? You're in my world. Playing by my rules. My game.
"My league.
"And you? You're my little f*ck doll. But I don't penetrate, Beau. I am not here to satisfy you.
"I am here to teach you the lessons I've learned. The wars I've waged. The dreams I've consumed.
"Each day is a new lesson, Beau, and I'm going to give you a free one right now.
"When you want to f*ck somebody, Beau... someone like me...
"... make sure you're playing your game...
"... not mine."
(FADEOUT.)