McKain grinned, and held his arms across his chest, backing down Creed. The door to his office swings halfway shut, and stops on a wooden block. From his office you can hear his theme song on a boom box.

McKain: Here comes da monaaaaaaay….here comes da monay……money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, monaaaaaay…

Creed: And the ingrates keep on coming.

Chaos: Uh oh…

McKain: Heh…I love hanging around in my office, especially when my office is near the locker rooms, and not so far away. Y’see Creed-

He’s cut off.

Creed: You can call me SIR Creed.

McKain: Right…anyway, Creed…you think you’re so much better than everyone else, right?

Creed: I am!

McKain: Then you’ll have no trouble fighting Chaos tonight on Infiltrate.

Creed: I refuse!

McKain: Then I’ll “REFUSE” to sign your paycheck.

Creed: What!?

McKain: I’m sorry…guess I wasn’t clear enough there. You no fight…I no give money….no money…no job. In other words, you’re fired. Get on that chief…shouldn’t be a problem for the likes of you man! You’re the AMAZING CREED!

Chaos grins in victory, while Creed breathes in and out fast and heavy. Chaos begins to walk away, and McKain pats him on the back, before walking back towards his office to close the door.

McKain: Welcome to CW, enjoy your stay…. money money money money money money money moneyyyy….