*A videotape is played, dated last night, Thanksgiving. Goldust, Godfather, and the Ho Train are seated at a luxorious dinner table with a dozen of the best turkeys, endless pots of mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, etc.*
Goldust: "This is DEFINITELY the most impressive Thanksgiving dinner, or any dinner, that I've ever seen!"
Godfather: "Well, with the business booming as usual, a pimp can afford these things. One day, Goldust, all that you see will be yours. You will become a true pimp like me. You may be a freak, but you just gotta get your freak on."
Goldust: "Speaking of freaks, I can't help but notice how everybody are calling us freaks. Eddie Guerrero, Juicy, Three Minute Warning, Booker T. Like it's a BAD thing! I mean, really, all of us are freaks in one way or another. Booker T edits his movies to make himself feel good. Big Show's a freak because of his size and fetish for cookies. And now we have these two new guys, Steve Corino and Rhino. They have the nerve to come in here and talk trash like they've been here for years? Rhino's a freak because he apparently can't say the word 'upon.' And he calls Goldust a freak because of the way he dresses. And why does he call you a freak? Because you pimp? I call freakiness to be very good."
Godfather: "They think pimping is a bad thing? They can kiss my ass! What's wrong with mixing business with pleasure? They're just a couple of losers who need to get laid. Normally, I would offer them the services of a couple of these lovely ladies..."
*Ho Train gets grossed out!*
"But I don't want them to get my hoes dirty!"
*Ho Train is relieved.*
"Now, Goldie, what do you say? Should we waste our time with these punks at Rampage?"
Goldust: "Sure. I think we should have a little wager though. If we win, they gotta, well, like you said a few minutes ago, kiss our asses. If for some reason, we lose...well, let's offer them 2 ladies each for a night."
Godfather: "Why not, Goldie? If they want stips, they can pick stips. It doesn't matter what they are, we can take them. So, what do you say, punks? You wanna have a (chuckles) CHANCE to get laid? If you do accept this, I would be ready to pucker up if I were you."
Goldust: "Enough of that jibber-jabber! Let's eat some pie!"
*Tape stops as Goldust, Godfather, and the Ho Train continue their more than joyful Thanksgiving.*
