Haha... the great internet cook off :)

'Ding Dong' again.

The streets were quite this morning, not many souls roaming about, so here exits Thurston Moore, complete with note in hand.

The door unanswered, the visitor left, disappointed.

Hurridly, Thurston ran to catch this mysterious visitor, as he called out ''hey there'', the visitor continued to walk without answer, swinging his hands slightly and keeping his head down.

'Miserale old punk', thought Thuraston.

Alas, Thurston caught up with the miserable old punk, with a somewhat tired voice he said ''Yo, answewr me bitch!''

Steve Buscemi turned and looked big 'ol T with rage.

''Ah, shit Steve, hey man, what are you doing here?'' asked a bewildered Thurston.

Thinking it was vince vaughan come to attack him again, buscemi swung the bloody butchers knife he was holding and T's head.

"damn you,mark E. smith told me you've got something for me."

''Mark E. Smith, that grizzly old soul owes me $ 12, If anything He should be bringing something to me, fuck 'em, ya come with me Steve, I need some coffee and baked goods''

"Oh yeah", said Buscemi, checking his clothes for bloodstains, "I nearly forgot", and he handed over an invoice from MES for unpaid royalties on the "Four Tunna Brix" EP.

''Thanks Steve, by the way, why is Vince Vaughn after you, I mean that joker is ok in my book, but shit man, He's a tall drink of water.''

Steve grimaced, "Why did you have to bring that up? That Vaughn dude really needs to lighten up, dude."

'Me lighten up-uh, you must be kiddin'-uh', came a voice from beind

Thurston sniggers, "Actually that was me, dude, Jolie's got one hell of a- Shit, it's Mark!"

Thurston and Steve, both turning around at the same time, are surpised to see one Vince Vaughn wearing nothing but flip flops and speedo's.

Lol.

Suddenly the sky darkened, as if the atmosphere itself could sense the tension.