Dipshits in Space: Season 8

92: Holywood Fight Night

"Oh man this is exciting." Lawg smiled as cameras and makeup artists paced around.

"Yea, who knew or weird-ass lives would make good TV?" Mar yawned, sipping a juice through a fancy straw with his feet propped up.

"I'm just amazed someone wants to make a live-action series. This could be huge, it could run for ages, hundreds of episodes.

"Na, 7 seasons tops, maybe 70 episodes, not including the ones that get cut obviously. I'm honestly a little nervous. I've never acted before."

"What acting? We just have to recall events and do what we did, only slightly hyped for TV. It's our lives, we're not even acting. More like reminiscing in front of a camera.

"Dude...if this get turned into a streaming thing, all of Greg's insane ranting will be true."

"Oh that's trippy. You think he's actually correct and just predicted the future?"

"Dude, it's Greg. He's not clairvoyant, just bat-shit insane. Frankly as weird as Greg and Izzy are, I'm amazed they weren't already a show before we met them...or at least an autobiography, single-shot novel. They're Dramedy gold on their own."

"Everyone knows the real attention of a good space documentary is on the Captain and his adventures. Is this just a documentary, or is it technically fiction?"

"Depends on how far we stretch it. I already know you are gonna have your character get laid way more often than in reality. Plus we're gonna have to tone down the sex stuff with Greg and Izzy or this will NEVER get on air.

"People will still get the idea. Even if we omit the sex scenes, it will be heavily implied. I mean we can't go into detail about all the times they had sex. Any TV show would cut that out for intended audience ratings. We'll let the fans take care of that in fan fiction." Lawg yawned.

"Oh that's inevitable. Give it 1 season, Every one of us will have erotic fan fic." "Gross. So you still absolutely holding your ground on the Greg not playing himself bit?" Mar asked.

"I refuse to give that man any screen time. With the internet videos he's already famous and I hate him. I will not allow a story about me to be spliced up and diverted to that Jackass just to he can have his own crazy side-thing."

Greg finished welding as Izzy entered the room, waving down the loud metal music.

"What are you working on?" she asked.

"Crazy side thing." He said, puffing on his cigar.

"Looks like a suit of armor. Are you doing another superhero montage for visual effect?"

"No, actually. I saw this show where they pit robots against alone another in fights to the death and figured I'd get onboard.

"You need more titanium?" she asked.

"No, they have weight classes and I want to bulk it up to heavyweight class, so I'm using mostly real steel for my fighting robot." He nodded.

"Does it have to be forged on an anvil in a cave?"

"No, it's just more visually stimulating and puts me in the mood. I like caves and classic hard rock while forging iron armor."

"You said robot...why are you making a suit?"

"Because robots are slow. Everyone has the power aspect down and a little competitor like me, metaphorically little, obviously...doesn't have the R and D team and the resources to compete, so I'm making a sparring bot to get that underdog vibe.