[RAYMONDO sits on a throne, in luxury, being fawned over by CONCUBINES. One of them has GRAPES. RAYMONDO is throwing the ups with both hands.]
RAYMONDO: I'M THE KING OF EVERYTHING! EAT SHIT, BITCHES!
[Now one of the CONCUBINES is performing ORAL SEX on him. The one with GRAPES is rubbing them in another's hair.]
* SQUISH SQUOOSH *
RAYMONDO: Concubine #483, another barrel of chocolate milk!
CONCUBINE #483: Weeth pleasure, Your Majesty!
* RUMBLE RUMBLE *
RAYMONDO: Ah, yes... this is living. It's good to be the -- AAAAGH!!
[Oh no, it was all a dream! RAYMONDO is at his SHITTY JOB, being electrocuted.]
RAYMONDO: Huh. Huuuh.
[He falls asleep again and is playing GOLF with TOBIAS.]
TOBIAS: Wowsers, Ray, another hole in one! I'm unbelievey all over.
RAYMONDO: Believe it, my fine friend. Believe it and drool.
TOBIAS: [drooling] DWUUUHHH, GUUUHHH... Hey, try the next one BLINDFOLDED.
* WHOK! *
TOBIAS: You're nowhere near the green, but your ball is embedded in Eddie McGuire's face.
EDDIE McGUIRE, THE FAT, POINTLESS HUMANOID LOUDSPEAKER: BYAAAAAGH!!
RAYMONDO: Awesome!
[RAYMONDO bashes EDDIE McGUIRE'S STUPID FACE in with a golf club. TOBIAS urinates on THE CORPULENT YET SELF-ADORING WASTE OF SPACE.]
EDDIE McGUIRE, STILL YELLING LOUDLY, CLEARLY UNABLE TO TAKE A HINT DUE TO AN EXCESS OF LARD IN HIS SKULL AS WELL AS EVERYWHERE ELSE: EEEYAAAGH!
* THOK! THOK! THOK! THOK! *
RAYMONDO: GEEEEEE!!
[He wakes up again.]
RAYMONDO: Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh.
