DOCTOR EVIL stands amid the CHOCOLATE. He teeters at the edge of a LEDGE, flailing, yet seemingly immune to the PERIL in which he now finds himself. He MONOLOGUES at length.
Away from the LEDGE, the TRACKSUIT DRACULAS wait and listen. Normally they are men of ACTION, but the TROPE requires their attentiveness.
One of the TRACKSUITS, a low-level thug in BROWN VELOUR, fiddles impatiently with one of his GOLD RINGS.
Somewhere, in the distance, GIRL FROM IPANEMA is playing faintly.
DOCTOR EVIL continues to talk. Until he doesn't. He SCREAMS, chocolate FLOWS, and he is GONE.
It is a good thing that IVAN also owns a DRY CLEANERS because it will be difficult to get the CHOCOLATE out of all this BROWN VELOUR.
The TRACKSUITS look at each other in confusion. Where did DOCTOR EVIL go? How will they get out of here, BRO? Will SANTO lock them in the cells? Is there any more VODKA?
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DOCTOR EVIL stands amid the CHOCOLATE. He teeters at the edge of a LEDGE, flailing, yet seemingly immune to the PERIL in which he now finds himself. He MONOLOGUES at length.
Away from the LEDGE, the TRACKSUIT DRACULAS wait and listen. Normally they are men of ACTION, but the TROPE requires their attentiveness.
One of the TRACKSUITS, a low-level thug in BROWN VELOUR, fiddles impatiently with one of his GOLD RINGS.
Somewhere, in the distance, GIRL FROM IPANEMA is playing faintly.
DOCTOR EVIL continues to talk. Until he doesn't. He SCREAMS, chocolate FLOWS, and he is GONE.
It is a good thing that IVAN also owns a DRY CLEANERS because it will be difficult to get the CHOCOLATE out of all this BROWN VELOUR.
The TRACKSUITS look at each other in confusion. Where did DOCTOR EVIL go? How will they get out of here, BRO? Will SANTO lock them in the cells? Is there any more VODKA?