before anybody asks, this is done with cooperation from jimmy g, ok? he went through and added grammar (pedantic biatch
) and also supervised the bits with crabbe and goyle in
Don Pedro is seen skipping down a hospital hallway, singing his entrance music, Girlfriend, occasionally stopping to wave to people lying in hospital beds. Despite glares from hospital staff, he carries on in his jolly manner, until he meets Johnny Styles in the hallway.
Don Pedro: Hey, Johnny! How are you!!!
Johnny Styles: (Oh, god, you...) Yeah, fine, thanks.
Don Pedro: Here to visit El Chezzo, are you?
Johnny Styles: (El Chezzo... What an idiot...) Yeah, Chez, yeah, I am.
Don Pedro: Me too.
How's he getting on?
Johnny Styles: (Oh, god, Chez won't be able to cope with this buffoon in the condition he's in) He's fine, just he'd best be left alone for a while.
Don Pedro: Nah, I'm sure I'll be able to cheer him up. Come on, big hug.
Johnny Styles: (Touch me and I'll break your legs) Oh, no, it's fine...
Don Pedro: No, it's fine.
Don Pedro gives Johnny Styles a great big hug, with Styles looking unimpressed. Don then puts Styles down, and gives him a peck on the cheek. The camera shows Styles tightly clenching a fist.
Johnny Styles: What the hell are you doing?!?!
Don Pedro: Just spreading my wings of love.
Johnny Styles: (And your VD...) Right, best be off.
Don Pedro: Okay, see you, bud. Now, to see Chez!
Don Pedro walks a bit further, before turning into Chez's room. Chez slowly looks up, with his neck in a brace, and bandages all over his body. Chez gets a look of panic on his face, the only part of his body not in a cast or bandage.
Don Pedro: Hey, Chezzer, you don't look too good...
Chesney Daniels: (muffled) You think? I've been beaten nearly to death...
Don Pedro: Aww, here, this'll cheer you up. Pedro hug!
CD: Oh, no, god, no...
Don Pedro stands up, and goes over to Chez. He picks him up off the bedm and squeezes him tightly in a love filled hug. Chez howls in pain, attracting the attention of hospital staff.
CD: Please, don't. I'm in a very bad condition, I can hardly breathe...
Don Pedro: Nothing to worry about! I'll sort it for you!
Don Pedro unwraps some of the bandages around Chez's chest, and gets a syringe filled with orange liquid from the cupboard. Just as he is about to insert it into Chez's chest, he is ambushed by hospital security, and is thrown outside.
CD: Thank god for that! He could have killed me!
Security guard 1: Nothing to worry about...
Chez's eyes widen as he recognises the voice from the security guard. The security guards turn around with massive smiles on their faces, turning out to be none other than Crabbe and Goyle! They walk over, and sit on chairs next to Chez's bed.
CD: No! Leave me alone!
Crabbe: Bet you thought it was over, didn't you?
Goyle: Well you were wrong. Think we let people off the hook that easily?
Crabbe: See, people like Johnny Styles, they don't get payed for this. They do it for fun. They expect to have help. But no. Not from you. You just sit there at home, sitting on your fat arse, watching rugby, expecting somebody else to do it all for you. It doesn't work like that. Life doesn't work like that.
Goyle: You see, Chez. You can't just expect somebody to be there to do it for you your whole life. You have to understand, you need to take some responsibility. How do you expect to get on in life, doing no work? You can't just sit there all your life. When you're older, a barrister. You can't refuse to work with somebody, because "somebody else can do it for me." No. You have to do something, some day, boy.
Crabbe: We're not doing this because we hate you, Chez. Quite the opposite. We're trying to help you. We're doing it to teach you a lesson. We're sorry it had to come to this, we really are. But we can see no other way of doing it. It just doesn't seem like you
want to learn. But you have to, one way or the other. Such a shame you have to learn the hard way. Goyle, do it.
Goyle stands up. He walks over to a cupboard, and starts rummaging around inside it. He turns around, and has a blue plastic box in his hands. He lays it on a table, and Crabbe walks over to it. When they both turn around, they have hands full of syringes, and big grins. They walk over to Chez, and start ramming them randomly into his body, to massive screams of pain.
CD: I'VE LEARNT MY LESSON! LEAVE ME ALONE!
Goyle: I'm afraid we're not done yet, young Chesney.
CD: When will you be done!?
Crabbe: Who's to say? Not even we know yet.
Goyle: The longer it goes on, the more fun it is. Crabbe, the mattress.
Crabbe picks Chez up, rips his neck brace off, and throws him on to the hospital floor, landing in a heap. Crabbe then picks up the mattress from the bed, and drops it on Chez. Goyle climbs on top of the bed, and does a Swanton bomb off of it, landing on the mattress, crusing Chez. They then pull the mattress off of him, and lift him up, before throwing him onto the metal support bars on the now bare bed. However, it doesn't break as expected, and Chez screams in pain. They sigh, and try to pull him out. However, his head is stuck in the metal bars, and won't come loose. Panicking, Crabbe and Goyle grab a leg each, and pull as hard as they can. Eventually, Chez comes free, however, his ear doesn't. When being pulled out, his ear was trapped, and came off with the pressure. Chez screams in pain.
CD: Come on, please! I've lost my bloody ear, let me go!!!
Crabbe kneels down beside Chez
Crabbe: No. You see, you have to make sacrifices during your life. You can't always keep everything you love. Now, you've lost your ear. It's a hard lesson, but you'll thank us at some point. We aren't your enemies, Chez. We're your friends. This advice isn't pointless, we're helping you become a better person. You're on the wrong path, Chez. If you carry on on this path, you'll have a horrible adulthood. You'll never amount to anything, if you don't start taking responsibilty for the things you've been trusted to do. You want people to be able to trust you, and believe you, don't you? Then take this to heart. Take in what we're saying. Two ears, one ear, it doesn't matter. What matters, is what's on the inside. And for you, it's one ugly inside. We're trying to improve it. Trust us. We like you, so like us back, Goyle, one more try.
Crabbe stands up, and whispers to Goyle. A large grin appears on his face, and he walks over to the far side of the bed. Crabbe lifts Chez up, and holds him, as if preparing a belly-to-belly suplex. He lifts Chez up into the air, and falls backwards. When he is slightly backwards, Goyle jumps into the air, and grabs Chez's head, pulling it down onto the bed, which snaps upon impact. Chez's head goes right through the bed, and lands on his severed ear.
Goyle: Chez, I really hope you've learnt your lesson. While it wasn't fun for you, it was fun for us. Your displeasure can bring others fun, remember that. Others come before you. Yes, it wasn't easy for you to have to learn it that way, but it's the only way you'd learn. Friends?
CD: No! Why would I be friends with sadistic monsters like you two?!?
Crabbe: Oh dear, Chez. That's another lesson. Don't insult people bigger than you.
Crabbe and Goyle each raise a leg of his off the floor. They each step over his leg, turning around, splitting his legs apart, in a double sharpshooter style manouver. He writhes in pain on the ground, crying, as his legs feel as if they are being ripped out of thier sockets. When they stop, Crabbe bends over, and picks up the ear that had come off of Chez's head minutes ago. Goyle forcefully opens Chez's mouth, so Crabbe can put the ear inside it. Goyle manipulates Chez's jaw, so he is chewing it. When he lets go, Chez coughs up his mashed up ear.
CD: Okay! Lesson learned! Friends! Now,
STOP TORMENTING ME! Finish the lessons! No more! They are over!
Crabbe: Oh, Chez. They'll never be over. Never.
Crabbe and Goyle leave the room, and see Don Pedro squatting on the floor outside the room, drawing a picture. He looks up, and waves at Crabbe and Goyle.
Don Pedro: Hey, guys! It sounded like you were having great fun with Chez!
Goyle: Oh, yes, great fun. What have you got here? A drawing?
Don Pedro passes his drawing to Goyle, who examines it with Crabbe.
Crabbe: So, you're stabbing some man with a carrot on his head?
Don Pedro: Nah, it's me fixing Chez's pain for him with a syringe.
Crabbe and Goyle start laughing. Goyle ruffles Don Pedro's hair.
Goyle: You're a good lad. We'll see you around.
Crabbe and Goyle walk away down the hall, high fiving each other, with Don Pedro smiling in the background.
