Awards Extravaganza!

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A camera pans over a vast audience of super-heroes and super-villains from all walks of live, orchestral fanfare playing all the while, before the camera and the stage lights come to focus on the main forum, and its red velvety curtains.

An announcer's voice booms: "Live, from Bob Kane Memorial Stadium - designed, drawn, and funded by Bill Finger - it's the Second and a Half Annual Ambush Bug Presents Awards Extravaganza!"

The curtains part, giving way to the night's emcee - Ambush Bug, dressed to the nines in a sharp tuxedo. A sharp, orange tuxedo.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Ambush Bug Awards - the Schwabbies, as they are popularly known. This is our second and a half annual ceremony, and I hope we can continue the fine tradition of dignity and aplomb that we have maintained all these years. But - what's this?"

Ambush Bug looks towards the rafters, where there is suddenly a glow.

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Ambush Bug is back on camera, in his shocking orange tuxedo, panting for breath after finishing his epic disco dance routine.

"Whew! That had to be my best performance ever! I hope nobody missed that.."

He wipes his brow as if he were sweating through the green costume that he wears like a second skin, and goes directly into his next spiel.

"We tried to bring you this show for a while now - it was going to go off a lot earlier, but - regrettably, we fell afoul of a writer's strike."

The crowd boos, a little.

"I'm happy to report that they're all back to work. I mean, heck - it's not they're really that important to begin with, but unions, you know?"

[jla-villains.livejournal.com]

The camera feed changes to the writer's room, revealing Titano, Monsieur Mallah, and Gorilla Grodd, chained to typewriters, busily clacking away.

"Not zat important, 'ee sayz! Maybe our material is not ze best, but zere are only three of us! What does 'ee expect, Shakespeare?"

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Grodd snarls.

"Can the comedy and get back to work, Mallah, or I'll feed you that beret."