Disclamer:  
			Diablo is copyrighted to Blizzard and it's 
distributors.
			Dharma and Greg is copyrighted to the producers of 
the show, and NBC.


Note-  Don't let the name fool you.  You don't need to be an avid watcher of 
this terrible sitcom.  This is just intended to be a spoof, the reason I 
wanted to write this, was because the series is an entry to a Diablo 
fanfiction contest.  I would like some C&C from people.  Anyways, enjoy.


Dharmageddon
When disaster Strikes
Written by:  CookSuxXL
Featuring:
Dharma
"Oh, that's just great."
Greg
"At least I'm the one getting paid"
Diablo
"Can't we all just get along?"

Teaser:

::Scene opens up to show three figures standing on a stage::

Dharma:  Friends?  Friends?

Greg:  After all that time...it's over.

Diablo:  Can't we all just get along?

Dharma:  I can't beleive, that after all this time...it's over.

Greg:  ::sits there quietly::  HEY!...Didn't I just say that?

Diablo:  Excuse me people, but you arn't exactly following the script.

Dharma and Gregg:  ::Facefaults::

Diablo:  Don't tell me you don't have a copy...

Dharma and Gregg:  ::Looks everywhere::  Hehe...no.  Can you loan us a copy?

Diablo:  ::Thinks::  Sure, only in exchange for you soul.

Dharma:  Oohh, oohh.  Me First!

Gregg:  NO!  Me First!

Diablo:  Fine...you both give me your souls, and I can then give you the 
script.


::Both Dharma and Gregg agree and stand together as the give up their souls 
for a 
script which they asked Diablo to take care of::

Dharma:  ::Stops the trading sequence::  Hey, wait a minute.  We asked you to 
hold onto our scripts.

Diablo:  Uhh...what are you talking about?

Greg:  ::Steps out of pedistal of burning light::  Yeah.  We outta sue you.

Diablo:  ::Scratches head::  Oh, no fooling you. ::grins::  It was all a joke.

[Hours later]

Dharma:  Is it just me or is this script really corny?

Greg:  I'm sorry, but I don't understand how you ::points finger at Diablo:: 
got into our show?

Diablo:  Easy, NBC's representatives sold me their souls, just so I can star 
in this show.

Dharma:  Aww, those guys are great arn't they?

Diablo:  Sure thing, and they also wrote the script too.  ::Whispers under 
breath::  With me stealing your soul.

Greg:  Hey...I heard that.

Diablo:  Sorry.  Anyways, why don't you go and put that glockenspaniel on, 
and get ready to ditch this joint.

Dharma:  Why?  Where are we going to go?

Diablo:  Easy...we're going to Hell.

Greg:  The place where strangers give tasty candies to young people like me?

Diablo:  ...Mmm  yeah.

Greg:  Whahoo, what are we waiting for?

Diablo:  Lest you not forget, that you cannot take _anything_ aboard with you 
on this trip.  With that, please keep all hands, arms, feet, legs, head, 
torso, private, and digits all inside the primortheal vortex.  

Dharma:  We are not only going to enter a dimension of sight and sound, but 
also of ragged kackles, and screams.

Diablo:  And Hang on for it's going to be one bumpy ride.  And Please...no 
Flash Photography.