Announcer: What happens when you put a bunch of boxers into a house to live with each other? You get…TYSON AND FRIENDS!!!
(Evander, Tyson, and Oscar are huddled around a flashlight and a phone in Tyson’s room)
Evander: we’re going to have to be quiet, so we don’t wake up the Hurricane
Tyson: oh, don’t worry about it….Betsy will keep him busy ALL night
Oscar: ugh…I hate that Betsy
Tyson: ok…so….who are we going to call? Its 2:00 in the morning, so, anybody we call will be instantly pissed off. Luckily, we might call a truck drivers house and wake up the truck driver, cuz he has to go at 5:00 in the morning and got home at 12:00 in the morning….so……..yeah…..
Oscar (punching in numbers): rinnnnnggggggg riiiiiingggggggg
(Evander raises an eyebrow and takes the phone away from Oscar)
Oscar: HEY! I usin that phone!
Evander: you had your turn…….my turn…..i’m gonna call a psychic hotline……that Cleo fag that keeps taking up all that time on the TV guide channel and shit channels like that
Oscar (scratching his head): well, ok, but I get to talk too
Evander (putting the phone on speaker phone): fine, we’ll all be able to talk
(Evander calls the psychic hotline with Cleo)
Cleo: hello, baby! You’ve reached Cleo!
Cleo: well, that’s nice, tell me your name and birth date, and I’ll tell you your fortune!
Cleo: oh! So you name is FAG!, eh?
Cleo: and you birth date is FAG!, also…well, let me see here…
(a few seconds pass)
Cleo: well, it says here for you that you will go to bed…have a nice day, good bye, and thank you for your money!
(Cleo hangs up)
Tyson: that was extremely gay
Evander: eh….ok…..yeah, it was..
Evander: right…lets call another number
(Tyson bangs his head on the dial pad)
Evander: its ringing!
Phone: hello, you’ve reached Closet World, can I help you?
Evander: OH SHIT!
Phone: what? What is it?
Evander: I need a closet!!!! Send one right nowwwww!
Phone: how big?
Evander: well, 111 feet by 10 centimeters
(Evander hangs up)
(Tyson and Oscar start laughing, and the phone rings)
Tyson: oh crap! Don’t pick up!
(the phone rings and the answering machine picks up)
answering machine: hello….may I speak to the head of the house? Hello? Hello? Hell-
(the answering machine cuts the guy off)
Evander (growling): this is getting really boring…
(Tyson, Evander and Oscar all fart a really stinky fart and pass out)