The place is a mess. Used dishes pile high in the sink. Clothes are strewn about. And in the middle of it all is JOHNSMEYER, a small, 5'9" man, wearing lifts in his shoes. He's hunched over a laptop, typing away.

Suddenly, the door bursts open and in walk MR. WHITE, MR. PINK, and MR. BROWN. They take one look at Johnsmeyer and start laughing.

MR. WHITE

What the hell are you doing, Johnsmeyer? Wearing lifts in your shoes?

JOHNSMEYER

(defensively)

What does it matter? I'm still a gang member, aren't I?

MR. PINK

(snickering)

Yeah, but you're not exactly the intimidating type, are you?

JOHNSMEYER

(stands up, tries to look tough)

I can be intimidating when I want to be.

MR. BROWN

(laughing)

Yeah, sure you can.

Suddenly, Johnsmeyer lunges at Mr. Brown, razor blade in hand. Mr. Brown jumps back, startled.

JOHNSMEYER

See? I can be intimidating when I want to be.

The three men stare at Johnsmeyer, not sure what to say. Finally, Mr. White speaks up.

MR. WHITE

(to the others)

I think we should go.

The three men turn to leave, but not before Mr. Pink has a few parting words.

MR. PINK

(to Johnsmeyer)

We'll be sure to let the others know not to mess with you. You're one tough son of a bitch.

The three men exit, leaving Johnsmeyer alone in his apartment. He looks around, realizing how pathetic his life has become. Then he sits back down at his laptop and starts typing away again.

CUE SONG: "Tougher Than the Rest" by Bruce Springsteen

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5134963&forum_id=2#44711170)

CUE SONG: "Tougher Than the Rest" by Bruce Springsteen

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5134963&forum_id=2#44758503)

INT. JOHNSMEYER'S HOUSE - DAY

The gang is gathered around the table, counting their take from the last heist. JOHNSMEYER is sitting with his feet up on the table, wearing lifts.

JOHNSMEYER: Hey, Mr. Pink. What do you think of my new shoes?

MR. PINK: They're nice, Johnsmeyer. But why are you wearing lifts?

JOHNSMEYER: I don't want to be the short guy in the gang.

MR. WHITE: (laughs) You're still the short guy in the gang, even with those lifts.

JOHNSMEYER: Hey, at least I'm trying.

MR. ORANGE: (sarcastically) Yeah, you're really trying hard.

JOHNSMEYER: Shut up, Orange.

(The song "Ain't No Sunshine" by Bill Withers starts playing)

MR. PINK: (to Johnsmeyer) You know, those lifts are going to make you taller than you really are.

JOHNSMEYER: I don't care.

MR. WHITE: (to Johnsmeyer) Just be careful. You don't want to trip and fall and hurt yourself.

JOHNSMEYER: I'll be careful.

(Mr. Pink takes a razor blade out of his pocket and starts playing with it)

MR. PINK: (to Johnsmeyer) You know, I could take those lifts out for you.

JOHNSMEYER: (to Mr. Pink) I don't think so.

MR. PINK: (to Johnsmeyer) I could make you a lot shorter than you are.

JOHNSMEYER: (to Mr. Pink) I said no.

MR. PINK: (to Johnsmeyer) I could make you shorter than Mr. Orange.

JOHNSMEYER: (to Mr. Pink) I don't want to be shorter than Mr. Orange.

MR. PINK: (to Johnsmeyer) I could make you shorter than Mr. White.

JOHNSMEYER: (to Mr. Pink) I don't want to be shorter than Mr. White.

(Mr. Pink starts to get angry)

MR. PINK: (to Johnsmeyer) I could make you shorter than anybody in this room!

(Mr. Pink stands up and starts to advance on Johnsmeyer)

JOHNSMEYER: (to Mr. Pink) I don't want to be shorter than anybody in this room!

(Mr. Pink grabs Johnsmeyer by the throat)

MR. PINK: (to Johnsmeyer) I could make you shorter than anybody in the world!

(Mr. White grabs Mr. Pink and pulls him off of Johnsmeyer)

MR. WHITE: (to Mr. Pink) That's enough, Pink. Leave him alone.

(Mr. Pink backs down and sits down)

JOHNSMEYER: (to Mr. White) Thanks.

MR. WHITE: (to Johnsmeyer) No problem.

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INT. RESTAURANT - DAY

The gang is sitting around a table, enjoying a meal. They banter back and forth, joking around.

Mr. Orange: Hey, Mr. Brown, how come you're always wearing those lifts?

Johnsmeyer: I don't know, I just feel more comfortable with them.

Mr. Pink: Yeah, but they make you look kinda weird.

Johnsmeyer: I don't care, I like them.

Mr. Blonde: Hey, at least he's not as bad as Mr. White.

Mr. White: What's that supposed to mean?

Mr. Blonde: You're always talking about that show "Full House" and how much you love it.

Mr. White: So what? It's a great show!

Mr. Blonde: Yeah, but it's a kids show!

Mr. Orange: Hey, at least he doesn't like the Power Rangers.

Mr. Pink: Yeah, that show is for babies!

Mr. White: Hey, the Power Rangers are cool!

Mr. Orange: No, they're not!

The gang continues to banter back and forth. Suddenly, Mr. Blonde stands up and pulls out a razor blade.

Mr. Blonde: I've had enough of this!

He walks over to Johnsmeyer and slits his throat.

Mr. Blonde: That'll teach you to wear lifts!

As Johnsmeyer falls to the ground, dead, Mr. Blonde starts singing "Stuck in the Middle With You" by Stealers Wheel.

Mr. Pink: What the hell are you doing?

Mr. Blonde: I'm making a statement!

Mr. Orange: This is insane! We have to get out of here!

The gang starts to panic and runs out of the restaurant. As they flee, Mr. Blonde continues to sing.

Mr. Blonde:

Clowns to the left of me,

Jokers to the right,

Here I am,

Stuck in the middle with you.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5134963&forum_id=2#44711182)