Blakezilla Script

*Blake's girls gather around in awe of his god-like size, many looking turned on as hell by it. A commotion comes in from behind as the big boss,  Buck Haywood, makes his way into the crowd*

Buck H: -now what in the sam hell is goin' round in here? *the small round man pushes his way through to the front of the gathering* tarnation! *he reflexively shields his gaze when met with blimp-sized package hanging above them all. One of his assistants always at the ready runs up and holds a black-bar in front of Bucks face to see only see's Blake from the chest up. Buck glances to her* Thank ya darlin' *he turns his gaze back up to the censored Blake.*

Buck H: - Bring out the steak and call me a pig! Blake how in the hell did you go gettin' yerself so big??

 Krystal (one of Blake's girls): - Uuhuh.. that was sorta my fault sir? I was just like.. you know, looking at the new size changing rays that got shipped in and I sorta? kinda? accidentally zapped him? 

Blake - Egh.. it's REALLY cramped in here you know, can we save the small talk for later? Egh..

Krystal - Oh Blakey! I'm sorry! We'll get ya smaller again like super soon okay?

Daisy - Hey I found it! I found the downsizer ray! Okay Blakeykins just hold still!

Buck H - *puts his hand on top of the gun and has her lower it* Hold on hold on... let's not be so hasty here ladies.. hm.. *he grabs his lapels looking like a sir* Blake's current Texas sized condition's got an idea for a picture show a'brewin... 

Blake - *cringing* You have, got, to be kidding... 

Krystal - But sir!.. 

Buck H - Ah ah ah *waves her off* Dontcha goin an' ruinin' my brainstormin' process missy.. hmm yes.  Blake! Now take a listen ta this.. we goin' put ya in a huge T-rex costume.. 

Blake - Stop. T_T 

Buck H - -Get a nice bit'a land set up with some car extras...  OH planes! Yessir that's the ticket right thar.. 

Blake - Please Stop. 9_9;

Buck H - -Some of the biggest dern planes we can find. Have the stage-boys build us up a big ol' airport set for ya to do a little bitta' rampagin' in, pick up and fondle up some of the cars and the like? **gotta get some accident wavers made up fer that he says under his breath** ehm and cap it ALL off you gettin' busy with a plane or two... maybe uh.. gatherin' yerself up a plane three or fourway ifn' ya will... HEY we can even go find'in that one gal' plane from way back (alluding to the plane fucking comic we talked about that I need to do still ^^;)

Buck's Assistant - Oh sir, a genius idea s always!

Buck H - We'll go n' call it.. "Blakezilla: King of the Cocks" or what have ya...

Blake: - You are seriously a fucked up individual you know that? T_T;

Buck H- Yer darn toot'in mah boy! Take's a keen mind such as myself to run a successful in-dust-ry such as this.. now.. *he looks over to Krystal* Any chance you can go makin' him a little bigger? *a few of the girls look excited to see that*

Blake: - I will squash you right now! >: T 

Buck H - Hoo Hoo! *holds his hands out defensively* Cool yer drawls there son, no need ta be gettin' sore. *he looks over to Blake's girls* Alright ladies go n' see if'n you can fit ol' Blakeyboy here out through the warehouse door over yonder.. I got myself some airports ta' call...