Rock: (sitting at bar alone, slams down glass) Give me another whiskey… on the rocks. (chuckles to himself).

Paper: (saunters up to where Rock is sitting) Ha ha ha. I just can't get enough of your hil-arious jokes. Please, please, tell us another. Let me guess… your favorite place to eat is the Hard ROCK Cafe. You played in this killer '80s ROCK band called The Igneous Formation. Get a life, loser.

Scissors: (runs up and yells in a squeaky voice) You leave him ALONE, Paper! You know what I can do to you! DON'T make me have to sharpen my blades again…

Paper: (backing away slightly) Oh, if it isn't Rock's little sidekick. We all know the only reason you're here to do his bidding is because he could CRUSH you in a moment's notice. What a little minion.

Scissors begins to chase Paper around the bar, chopping erratically. Paper folds himself into an airplane and flies towards Rock, landing on his head.

Paper: You tell Scissors to back away, man, or it's over for you. I'm not kidding.

Rock: (to Scissors) Come on, dude, he doesn't look like he's messing around. Close your legs and stop being such a little whore.

Everyone stares at each other, not sure of who's going to make the next move. The bar owner enters and sees the brawl going on.

Bar owner: Alright guys, I was hoping it wouldn't come to this but it's time to call in the big guns. Get in here, Big D!

Dynamite enters. Rock, Paper, and Scissors scream helplessly.

BOOM!