Introducer guy: Ladies, gentlemen and unearthly divine creatures, welcome to Kareoke night!
Audience: ( unenthusiastically) yay
Introducer guy: Here´s your host, Tekk
Audience: ( smattering of applause)
Tekk: > : (
Audience: ( bigger applause)
Tekk: Better, now, whilst the guys round back sort out their act-
Paul: Get on with it!
Tekk: ( rolls eyes) Here´s the house band. Snotrag ( drummer), Haemorrhoid ( bassist) and Guitar Bloke ( lead guitar), Mon-Day!
Audience: yey
Hwoarang: Hey! That´s my band!
Kazuya: And my guitar!
Tekk: Dude, where´s my coca-cola?
Lee: Dude, where´s your coca-cola?
Snotrag: ( stops drinking coca-cola) oops ( throws can away quickly)
Tekk: Anyway ( thoughts: Snotrag! I´ll kill you, you Tommy Lee wannabe!), here´s our first act...isn´t this a surprise? Heihachi Mishima-
Audience: ( gasp)
Tekk: -performing a rendition of ´Sliver´ by Nirvana. It´s that song with the music video with the dancing baby and Kurt with brown hair and...stuff....erm, Heihachi! Come on down!
Kazuya: -To Hell where you belong! You fat old geezer!
Heihachi: Belt up you childish scrub!
Kazuya: SCRUB?!?! You lousy piece of sh-
Jun: ( shakes head)
Kazuya: er, you lousy piece of schnit!
Heihachi: ( ignores Kazuya) Right, 1,2,3
Haemmorhoid: ( bass introduction)
Heihachi: #mom and dad went to a show, they dropped me off at granpda joe´s. I kicked and screamed, said ´please don´t go!´#
Heihachi+Guitar Bloke+Haemmorhoid: #grandma take me home ( x8 times cos I can´t be bothered to write the whole thing out)#
Jin: man, it´s like a dentist drill!
Hwo: Like this? ( turns on dentist drill)
Jin: dammit man! stop that!
Heihachi: #I had to eat my dinner there, mashed potatoes and stuff like that, couldn´t chew my meat too good#
Heihachi+Guitar Bloke+Haemmorhoid: #never take me home ( x8 times cos I can´t be bothered to write the whole thing out still)#
Heihachi: ( more shrill and louder) #Grandpa told me ´stop ya crying! Go outside and ride your bike!´ That´s what I did! I killed my toooooad!#
Heihachi+Guitar Bloke+Haemmorhoid: #never take me home ( x8 times cos I can´t be bothered to write the whole thing out still)#
Nina: ( holds out an AK-47) You die now you crappy singer!
Anna: Bet you wouldn´t even hit him!
Nina: Why you bitch! ( smacks Anna around)