The Peppy Mistake

[footsteps] [water splashes] My fault! My fault. So sorry, boss. Won't happen again. Get yourself a Surge. Cut. That was great. Somebody get Mr. Axe man a towel. Come on, people. Jessica, get us a towel. [door knocks] Perk, you in here? [dramatic sound effect] [sighs] [sniffs] Yeah. I got diarrhea. [dramatic sound effect] Pre-match jitters. Happens to everyone. [door bangs] I'm ready. Gonna put the stank on it, bro. He's gonna feel my heat. Good luck to that guy. [crowd cheering] [heartbeat beating] [dramatic sound effect] Pablo, South, Thunder, Thunder, a volcanic stone. You stink! You stink! You love me, you just don't know it yet, bros. That is good shit. [crowd gasps] What in the 12 Labors is that? [crowd cheering] 12 Labors. Zero equals drink Surge Cola, bros. Okay, gentlemen, let's keep it clean. Clean, clean. Stand still. [footsteps] Wait, bro, those sunglasses are not regulation. Gorgon smash. [groans] [crowd cheering] One, two, three. [bell rings] I hate this so much. [sniffs] Do you have diarrhea? Try Peppy Bismol. Peppy is number one. Wait, he kicked out or did he? [crowd booing] [panting] He said Peppy. Peppy? Who says Peppy? It's Pepto. The deal, they'll drop us. He's hired. Next week, he's getting buried, buried. Buried, buried, buried. Buried alive? God, God, God. [phone beeping] Get me an excavator and a tombstone. Next week, we're making cinema. You, go plunge the toilet. How big is the excavator? All of them. [phone beeps]