The scene opens to a wide shot of an autograph signing. Fans are gathered around the various tables featuring such famous names as Alice Cooper, Marilyn Manson, King Diamond, and more.
The camera focuses on one booth in particular, where a large group of fans are gathered. The general air of the audience is that of relaxation. The camera pans through the crowd, eventually settling on a pair of red-and-black gloved hands that are signing an autograph. They belong to one Max Karzai.
Karzai: Here you go, brother.
Fan: Thanks. Hey, I really enjoyed the show! That stunt with the barbed wire was insane!
Karzai: Thanks! That one was a personal touch of mine. My manager warned me against it, but I managed to swing him. I knew the fans would love it.
Fan: Yeah, it was great. Thanks for the autograph!
Karzai: No problem, bud.
Another fan walks up to Karzai
Karzai: Hey man, what can I do for you?
Fan: Well, Mr. Karzai
Karzai: Please, call me Max.
Fan: Uh OK Max. I-I was just wondering-
Suddenly, a scuffle breaks loose in the middle of the crowd. Someone had snuck up behind another and was attempting to steal his wallet. Quick as a flash, Karzai jumps to his feet and grabs the would-be robber by the neck.
Robber: Ow! Hey, what the-
Karzai: Youre going to put him down right now, ya little punk. At least, you will if you know whats good for you.
Robber: OK! Fine! Just let go of me!
Karzai lets down the delinquent, then suddenly spins him around and knees him in the groin. The robber collapses in a heap and security guards take him away. The audience cheers as Karzai returns to his seat.
Fan: Anyway, I-
Security Guard: OK, buddy, you've had your turn, its time to move along.
Karzai shoots a glare at the guard
Karzai: He was in the middle of asking me a question, muscle head.
Guard: Yeah, but its time to wrap things up!
Karzai: Says who?
Guard: Erm, the owner of the building, sir. Theres really nothing we can do.
Karzai sighs.
Karzai: Fine. Know of any good bars near here?
Guard: Yeah, theres one over on the corner.
Karzai: Sounds good to me.
He stands up and addresses the crowd in front of his booth.
Karzai: Everyone, Ive just received word that were being kicked out. I propose we all relocate to the bar on the corner! Drinks on me!
The crowd cheers. Karzai turns to the fan who kept getting interrupted.
Karzai: Come on, kid, youre riding with me.
Scene fades.
The camera focuses on one booth in particular, where a large group of fans are gathered. The general air of the audience is that of relaxation. The camera pans through the crowd, eventually settling on a pair of red-and-black gloved hands that are signing an autograph. They belong to one Max Karzai.
Karzai: Here you go, brother.
Fan: Thanks. Hey, I really enjoyed the show! That stunt with the barbed wire was insane!
Karzai: Thanks! That one was a personal touch of mine. My manager warned me against it, but I managed to swing him. I knew the fans would love it.
Fan: Yeah, it was great. Thanks for the autograph!
Karzai: No problem, bud.
Another fan walks up to Karzai
Karzai: Hey man, what can I do for you?
Fan: Well, Mr. Karzai
Karzai: Please, call me Max.
Fan: Uh OK Max. I-I was just wondering-
Suddenly, a scuffle breaks loose in the middle of the crowd. Someone had snuck up behind another and was attempting to steal his wallet. Quick as a flash, Karzai jumps to his feet and grabs the would-be robber by the neck.
Robber: Ow! Hey, what the-
Karzai: Youre going to put him down right now, ya little punk. At least, you will if you know whats good for you.
Robber: OK! Fine! Just let go of me!
Karzai lets down the delinquent, then suddenly spins him around and knees him in the groin. The robber collapses in a heap and security guards take him away. The audience cheers as Karzai returns to his seat.
Fan: Anyway, I-
Security Guard: OK, buddy, you've had your turn, its time to move along.
Karzai shoots a glare at the guard
Karzai: He was in the middle of asking me a question, muscle head.
Guard: Yeah, but its time to wrap things up!
Karzai: Says who?
Guard: Erm, the owner of the building, sir. Theres really nothing we can do.
Karzai sighs.
Karzai: Fine. Know of any good bars near here?
Guard: Yeah, theres one over on the corner.
Karzai: Sounds good to me.
He stands up and addresses the crowd in front of his booth.
Karzai: Everyone, Ive just received word that were being kicked out. I propose we all relocate to the bar on the corner! Drinks on me!
The crowd cheers. Karzai turns to the fan who kept getting interrupted.
Karzai: Come on, kid, youre riding with me.
Scene fades.