TSS: Hey WALL-E, over here! I can act for you if you need any.
sure, but you’ll need to get dry first!
“No problem,”
TSS calls over Blazestone. She starts a fire that quickly warms and drys him up. After the fire is extinguished, Blazestone leaves and TSS is good and dry.
hands TSS a script
takes off his sunglasses
here, learn the first two pages of this script
Suddenly, amidst all the commotions and whatnot, a new visitor had arrived! And with a chaingun as a gift, too.
in Arnold Schwarzenegger Terminator ascent
“I’m WBoon. Time to rock this party hard.”
starts firing chaingun at random targets, thus literally bringing down the roof, all the while chanting, “You’re terminated.”
“Oh, a movie! WBoon fit for movie! Give WBoon script now!”
aims chaingun at WALL·E
Al-Bob comes over for a quick visit. He just put away his check book when he looks up and sees Wboon with a chainsaw! 
He rushed over to the nearest phonebooth.
(It’s a chaingun, Al-Bob. 
)
blows up booth with chaingun
Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha.
Masterweaver, having been riddled with gunshots, was more then a little annoyed. He strode up to WBoon, slapped the chaingun into the kitchen, and with all the strength of a wounded scrap of cloth pushed WBoon back.
“What the jercron was that all about?! You think you can just leap in her and blast everybody to death? No! Not unless you’re a necromancer or-or-or a resurrectionist! You have to pay for your own actions! I challenge you… to a Nitrome duel.”
Masterweaver had no less then ten Nitrome games under his strictly metaphorical belt. It would be cake to destroy WBoon.
WBoon XTRO (apparent to any eyes not the real member of the forums) just laughed. His metallic body stood stiffly on the ground, almost unmovable by an athletic champion, less a cape.
“Dirty rag talk funny! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.”
Suddenly, to the blazing corners of the horizon, a shadow was cast elegantly by the descending sunset. A blue hood veiled his face, not to mention the piece of tilted-8 mask covered above his eyes.
A flood of blinking illuminations followed him, too, or rather, camera flashes lilting him in the orange sky. Nosy reporters were not far behind, trying their might to catch up with the shadowed figure as he stepped out of his limousine.
“It’s alright, people, Chimera is here.”
Casually, he walked up to the rusty iron giant while exchanging stares with the hulking robot.
“Sorry dude,” flips a switch “you’re terminated.”
cheers arose in background as a crowd surrounded WBoon
“Hold up, hold up, I repeat, I will not take any questions regarding my latest movie production as of yet. You guys will hear from me about that next year. Other than that, WB is available to take all other inquiries. Shoot.”
Bright dot-dasher, having been in the pool for a short while, pulls herself out and dries off. “I have a feeling it’s gettin’ a bit insane in here. I’m off, but I’ll come back soon. This place is pretty cool and sure expands really fast. Let’s hope it doesn’t fall apart. Well, bye. I’m gonna be late for my next mission- uh, I mean meeting.”
Feeling a little hungry, Killler123 gets off the pool, dries himself, dresses up, and walks through the crowd to the restaurant side. He sits at one of the tables and looks around the empty restaurant (everyone else is gathering at the pool).
“Wait a minute, why am I the only person sitting in here?”
He then walks up to the kitchen, and looks for the chef.
[Dang! I left my star ball at the pool. 
]
NICE ACTING GUYS! I’ll make millions!
You’re totally welcome WALL-E. So how much of those millions will you give to me?
“And more importantly,” WBoon added to TSS’ sentence, while the blazing wave of flashing cameras tagged behind him like they were applied with super-glue, “which parts of any of your available upcoming projects would we be assigned? And if it’s a monster B-movie, can I get the role of the general instead? I’ve always loved the five starts striking across the hat like that.”
welll, I will have to see how much i will make, but WBoon will have to spend some of his pay on fixing the roof.
and you can be the genaral in my next A-movie!
anyone else willing to act?
WBoon smiled calmly. He then stretched his hand beneath the leather jacket he had put on just moments ago.
“Cheque or cash? I do visa, too, but Mastercard had a higher payment I couldn’t refuse.”
Lizardgirl suddenly wakes up from her daydream, and realises that there is now a pool and some guns lying around. And a guy who looks like Arnold Schwarzenegger.
She picks up some sort of laser gun from the floor.
“Ooh, what does this button do?”
WOAH! good job that was a prop!
WBoon: £5045956 of of the £6000000 you got paid IN CASH please.
WALL·E Hires some people to reconstruct the roof, and add a proper acting studio.
Hey, what is that in American dollars?
Euro, man; I’ve got tons of it. giggles while signing cheque
jeers behind me
It’s alright, it’s alright. What? All I gotta do is ask Nicole Kidman to get me a Pepsi commercial?
laughs along with the reporters