Kofi: Yup.
HHH: Why are we on a farm? You know how I feel about farms.
*cut to a memory of the Hog Pen Match with Henry Godwinn*
Kofi: Yo, Trips! Are you alright?
HHH: Yeah, where was I? Oh yeah, why did we have to come to a farm again?
Kofi: Because these guys are outsiders.
HHH: Oh, that makes sense. Well, here we are. Guess we should knock.
*HHH goes to knock on the door, but Bray opens it before HHH can knock*
Bray: You followed the buzzards and arrived right on time...
HHH: Buzzards? Is that what you farm folk call a GPS?
Bray: Follow me, but don't stray.
HHH: Um, okay. Come on, Kofi.
*Bray holds his hand out as if to stop Kofi*
Bray: Not him. Just you.
HHH: Fine, fine.
*HHH follows Bray inside, and upon entering hears a voice saying "Obey" over and over*
HHH: What the hell? I know that voice...
*Ground rumbles*
*Mysterious figure turns around*
Vince: WELCOME EVERYONE TO MONDAY NIGHT RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
HHH: Pop? What the hell are you doing here?
Vince: Same thing you're doing here. I heard these hobos were coming on my PG television programs doing things that had PG-13 horror in them.
Bray: The buzzards say otherwise...
Vince: Speaking of buzzards, how about you son? Ever buzzard my daughters lady parts?
HHH: Well I...
Vince: Oh, OH! The old vulture still has an appetite! WHAT A MANEUVER!
*slaps HHH on the ass. Hard.*
HHH: Ouch! Why do you always do that?
Vince: No time for that! First order of business, SEEING THE REST OF THIS HOUSE. Husky, continue the tour!
Bray: DON'T USE THAT WORD! MY NAME IS BRAY WYATT!!!
Vince: Couldn't be, you look just like that Husky Harris fellow. Must be a nickname. Speaking of NICKNAMES...
HHH: Oh great, here we go...
Vince: Husky! Your nickname is PART TIME. Because that's how long I'll keep your character relevant!
Bray: I TOLD YOU TO STOP SAYING THAT!
*Bray starts to feel weird*
Bray: I'm an army tank with a Ferrari engine!!
*Bray transforms into Husky Harris*
HHH: Pop, you're ruining this. We'll never get him to NXT now.
Husky: I don't need to lose the weight, I'm a STAR.
Vince: Now you've got it, Husky!
HHH: For fuck's sake, I don't have time for this. Windham, calm down.
Husky: Windham?!?!!?
*Husky runs off for a moment, and comes back in glasses, suspenders & a tie*
IRS Jr: YOU HAVEN'T PAID YOUR TAXES, MCMAHON!!!
HHH: I hate my life...