Transcript: (Present Day) (A familiar beam of light shines down. The beam of light descends onto a stage. Lightning flashes to reveal Amartyasus riding a horse across the open plains. The wind blows back his golden mane.) Amartyasus: Onward, Cash! To the highest room of the tallest tower. Where my best friend awaits to be rescue from his best friend Amartyasus. (Lightning cracks. Thunder booms. Amartyasus straddles a wooden hobby horse and gallops in place. A stagehand uses a bellow to blow air into Amartyasus face. Another stagehand turns a crank that creates a moving background. In the orchestra, a man uses coconuts to create the sound effects of a galloping horse. Two more stagehands backstage create the cheap sound effects of thunder and lightning. A crudely constructed castle tower sits in front of a cheaply painted backdrop) (Luz, Sonic, Anne, and SMG4 are sitting at a table in the audience) Sonic: This is worse than Luigi Marinus Gaming The Movie. I hate dinner theatre. Luz: Me too. (Amartyasus rides to the base of the tower) Amartyasus: Whoa there, Cash. (He dismounts and sets his hobby horse on the ground. He strikes a dramatic pose) (A Actress trying to be like Jerry14-7 leans from a tower window) Actress: Hark! The brave Amartyasus approacheth. (Amartyasus puffs his chest out) Amartyasus: Fear not a fair maiden. I shall slay the user that guards you and take over his account. (A couple at a table looks confused) Teen: (to her crush) What did he say? (Amartyasus glares as the bored audience largely ignores him) (A man in a bad costume that resembles Michael52 comes onto the stage) Man in a bad costume: You must die! (The crowd erupts into applause) Luz, Sonic, Anne and SMG4: (Cheering) Woooo hoooo! Sonic: Yeah, Michael52! (At first, Amartyasus is put off by the cheers for the man in the bad costume as Michael52. He pulls out his sword and confronts the man in the bad costume as Michael52) Amartyasus: Prepare foul user to enter into a world of pain with which you are not familiar. (He is cut off as a waiter enters with a birthday cake) Waiter: (Singing) Happy Birthday to Pico. Amartyasus: Do you mind? (Amartyasus hops out of the way when a chair lands on stage. It slides past him and bumps into the tower facade) SMG4: Do you mind? Boring! Bob: AHAHAHAHAHA FUNNI (The audience laughs. Amartyasus glares at them and then tries to recover. He points his sword at the monster again. The tower facade starts to topple) Amartyasus: (Clears throat) Prepare foul user! (Amartyasus looks over his shoulder and sees the facade falling. He cringes) (The scenery slams against the stage, but Amartyasus is unharmed, perfectly framed in the princesses’ window. The crowd laughs at the embarrassed Amartyasus. He shakes his mangled sword at the audience) Amartyasus: (shaking his sword again) Someday you’ll be sorry. Person in the background: We already are! (They laugh again. Amartyasus throws down his sword, picks up his hobby horse, and exits) (The song and the laughter follow Amartyasus backstage) (Amartyasus walks through a tunnel backstage that leads to a door. The door has a star with his name written on it. He opens it) (Amartyasus sits at his broken vanity and sobs. His make-shift dressing room is an alleyway next to the theater) (Horses whinny as a carriage passes by. The city of New York can be seen on in the background. Amartyasus breaks down and cries) (He looks up and sees a picture of Jerry14-7 taped to the vanity. "Never give up!" is written on the picture) Amartyasus: (Cries like a baby) Oh jerry. (He weeps again and then looks back at the picture. A determined change grows across his face) Amartyasus: Oh, you’re right. I can’t let this happen. I can’t. (Amartyasus looks at NYC. His expression hardens. He stands and faces the castle. He holds his chin up high) Amartyasus: I am the rightful user of scratch, and I promise you this jerry. I will restore dignity to my own account. (A big gust of wind blows a newspaper page across his face. He peels it off and looks at the headline. His eyes tense and narrow) Amartyasus: And this time, no one will stand in my way. In the newspaper is a picture of Michael52 waving to a crowd. (Amartyasus crumples up the newspaper in his fists)
