Announcer: Live from The Classy Upper West Side, It's Late Night with Dat Kid and here's your host, Dat Kid! All of Kid's fans go nuts as he waves to the crowd. Kid strolls in the studio wearing all black with a gold tie, make up covering the stitches from his match with Artemis. Tonight we have The Carpenters being projected via hologram as our musical guest. And as many of you know, tonight...we have the Bullad Club @Aurtle the Turtle @Drag @Indy @Dojo The crowd boos furiously, to the point where Kid has to stop talking for a moment because it's so loud in the studio. But first I have a special video made for Spawn @Tumbas We dissolve into a hospital room where Ingrid Vines is resting. Dat Kid in a doctor's outfit walks into the shot with sage in a nurse's uniform at his side. Sage: The patient has been administered the drug? Kid: What drug? Sage: I put Hennessy in her IV just like you said. Kid: Good now we can perform the operation. Getting her head kicked in through glass window was the least of her problems. After spending a week in this hospital we've discovered that Ingrid Vines suffers from... There's a drum roll as we zoom into Kid's face Kid: Stank Pussy! Sage: OH MY GOD! Kid slaps Sage across the face! Kid: Get a hold of yourself woman, we have to save her! Hand me my tool kit! We cut to Kid under Ingrid's blanket with smoke coming out. Kid emerges from the blanket in a gas mask and air freshener. He throws the mask to the ground and looks down in dissapoinment. Kid: It's no use, we've tried at least 8 different fragrances, Febreeze, Air Wick, Lysol. I even installed 4 glad plug ins, it still smells like stank pussy! Sage: Should we call the CDC to quarantine her pussy? Kid: No...we can't afford it. We're going to have to put her down. Dat Kid pulls out a gun and points it at Ingrid's head, then at her pussy. He's about to shoot as he turns his head and covers his eyes. Dr. Adam: Hey! What are you doing with my patient?! Dat Kid, Sage and the cameraman run frantically out of the room before the feed cuts back to the show. The crowd applauds, Dat Kid quietly says thank you, clasped hands, bowing slightly for some reason. Before we get my guest out here I want to inform the audience if you hit the SAP button I'll be subtitling more interesting and accurate dialogue for the Bullad Club as I don't want to lower my ratings. Also, the studio audience will find complimentary satin pillows under their seats. So let's get this over with. Ladies and Gentleman, The Bullad Club. Kid doesn't even bother pointing to the curtain as he sits at his desk.