Ernest says nothing for a few seconds before thinking of something to say.
Ernest Miller - "When you say 'crack', you mean bum crack, right?"
The Bandit - "Oh, uhh... Yeah, of course. Of course that's what I mean!"
Ernest Miller - "Right, that's a good thing. I love me some bum crack."
The Bandit - "You can't tell me you're getting as much bum crack as you did when you were wrestling."
Ernest Miller - "I still get some, just not as much."
The Bandit - "You can still dance like James Brown, right?"
Esrnest Miller - "You should have seen me inside earlier - I was tearing up the floor."
The Bandit - "Did you get extra attention?"
Ernest Miller - "Hell no.."
The Bandit - "You know why, don't you? It's because you've lost your superstar status. You used to be a Professional wrestler, you used to be a bad ass. Now what are you?"
Ernest Miller - "A has been?"
The Bandit - "I would never think of you as a has been, I know you can still go, man! You get back in the ring, you'll have your status back. You'll be getting as much bum crack as you did when you were Karate world champ!"
Ernest Miller - "I don't think that's possible, but I get the point."
The Bandit - "Okay."
Ernest Miller - "What's the competition like? Are they tough kids?"
The Bandit - "They're a bunch of blackies, man. None of them are more than half ready to get their shine on."
Ernest Miller - "I see. It's like that, huh?"
The Bandit - "Just like that. So what do you say? Do you want to wrestle again? Do you want to team with me?"
Ernest Miller - "Well, the matching uniforms thing sounds all right. I like my leopard skin stuff though. How would you feel wearing some of that?"
TBC by THE BANDIT.