we see a house with a drug deal going down in it. there are two men. in the background the tv is showing sopranos (influence???)
man 1: “hi alan. have you got the drugs?”
man 2: “you betcha, conan. i hope youve got the right change this time!”
man 1: “haha”
man 2: “haha”
man 1: “well, you are probably best passing the drugs over to me then.”
man 2: “ok. I will put them in your hand now.”
man 1: “ok.”
just at that moment a man kicks down the door of the house. he is wearing a black leather trenchcoat and is of oriental descent. he has matrix glasses and a good heart. his name is stefan vee and you just know he has a sick mobile phone.
stefan vee: “why don’t you put this in your hand, baby?!”
stefan vee gets out a massive gun and starts firing at the roof. the men start to run and hide behind the tv. unfortunately, vee has shot a whole in the ceiling and a couch falls through it and lands perfectly. two girls are on the couch in bikinis.
stefan vee: “ladies… how nice of you to drop in on a couch.”
the girls giggle and vee gets out some cards to show them a magic trick but one of the drug men charges at him. vee simply gets his hand out and punches him right in the mush with his hand.
stefan vee: “now that’s what i call a punch in the face.”
there is just one man left, shaking behind the tv. vee lights a cigarette.
stefan vee: “you know, mr drug man, my favourite superhero is superman. now batman and spider-man they became heroes, but superman was born one. he arrived here from krypton factor and he said ‘hey baby here i am!!!’ and that was that. that was superman. the man of steal, yet he always gave it to the poor, you dig? so i guess what i’m saying is…
… who turned out the lights?”
vee shoots the television and it gets slightly darker.
vee: “welcome to channel vee.”
