No, Kraut, You're Not Ready

the genius is seen sparring. as he notices the camera man walk in from afar he signals the other guy to hold on. genius walks toward the camera. oddly enough his shirt is completly dry.

"kraut," genius begins, "what kinda of nonsense do you start saying when you see a tv camera? this aint americas funniest home videos, this is a wrestling federation. you say im the one who should be a comedian, but your the one whos tring to make a few jokes at my expense. youll understand just how lethal the brain freeze is this tuesday night. youre right, im not steven segal; i dont need a script or stunt double to bust somebodys ass.

"speaking of which, i dont want anything to happen to you on your way to the ring this week, cause if something did you'd probably write it off as some sort of excuse for your loss. no kraut, i want your loss to be nice and legal.

"as you can see," the genius says as he rips off his shirt, "i can act tough too. the diference is who will do it in the ring and who can only do it in front of the cameras." genius wrings out the shirt to reveal not a drop of sweat. "after a twenty minute workout i thought i would be more tired then this. i guess when i told one of my assistants to find somebody of comparable skill to kraut i got the real deal." he throws the shirt in the corner as he walks away. "oh, and kraut, im not one of thoses 'retarded guys' who likes laundry, but i guess i must be 'retarded' in some form since i dont get the joke. i mean, who would like doing laundry? maybe its just a lack of common sense on your part or maybe your attempts at humor are as feble as your attempts in the ring." genius laughs and returns to the ring.

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