>>509961869GUITAR RIFFS.
"We got to install microwave ovens..."
"Custom kitchen deliveries..."
Vinnie smirks, walks over.
“You got no shame, T. First you sell out your guys in Newark, now you run around with a goddamn space freak?
He gets too close.
“Tell me, does E.T. do tricks, or just suck toes?”
CRACK.
Tony doesn’t wait. Fist flies. Vinnie goes down, glass shattering behind him.
---
E.T. glows. Literally.
Chest lights up.
He lets out a strange whistle-growl, and his finger sparks with energy.
One of Vinnie’s guys pulls a knife — bad move.
E.T. raises a hand and suddenly the knife is spinning mid-air, hovering like it's caught in an invisible fan.
Tony smashes a chair over the second goon while E.T. force-launches the knife into the jukebox.
Dire Straits skips, then blares louder.
"Money for nothing and chicks for free..."
The bar explodes into chaos. People scrambling. Bottles flying. E.T. hides under a table, levitating peanuts into his mouth. Tony’s shirt is ripped, but he’s laughing now — he hasn't had this much fun since '98.
---
Finally, sirens in the distance.
Tony grabs E.T. by the... whatever. “C’mon, little man, we gotta bounce!”
E.T. holds up his glowing finger.
“Drive fast... or teleport.”
Tony nods, smirking.
“I like your style.”
---
They vanish into the Jersey night, “Money for Nothing” still echoing in the wreckage behind them.
---
Fade out.
Cue black screen.
White text:
> “E.T. and Tony were never seen at that bar again.Rumor says they opened a pizza joint in upstate New York.
One with very strange toppings.”
