A Bada Bing Quickie: And Now A PSA about the Bada Bing

The bar was dim, and there was only one figure sitting at it with a drink, a bottle, and an open laptop. The figure spun around, revealing himself to be Iota. “Oh, hello,” he said to the camera with a calm smile. “I just wanted to discuss a few things with you. I was just looking over the Bada-Bing section on TFS, and you know… it’s funny. I can’t find any mention of me or any of Nick’s crew from the fans.” He chuckled. “I think I speak for all of us when I say WHAT THE FUCK?”

Iota leaned into the camera. “We’ve been featured enough! It’s not like we appear rarely! We get roughly the same amount of screen time as those main cast fuckers!”

“Hey!” yelled ULX from the other side of a bar, as he was drying a glass. “Oh, shove off, fan favorite,” Iota shot back. ULX shrugged and walked off. “See, and in the comments for this, all we’ll get is probably how awesome ULX’s line was. ‘Holy shit man, did you see then part where he was drying the glass? Awesome!’ Fucking… here, look at this.” Iota spun around to his laptop as the camera zoomed in on the screen. “Look. No mention here. Not in this thread. Nobody asked us anything in the Ask the Bada Bing thread. Nobody voted for the girls in Nick’s gang in the Sexiest Character po-oh wait. Isura did get one vote. I guess that’s something!” he said, shrugging.

“That was me!” shouted Nick from the other room. Iota rubbed his temple and sighed. “You all know who I am! Yeah, THAT Iota! The one with the black name on TFS. Remember me?” Iota drained the remnants of his glass, and leaned into the camera once more. “I swear to god you fuckers will get the banhammer if we don’t get some recognition. This is no joke, I’ll cave your faces in. It’ll be like a Jackson Pollock painting.”

He leaned back, and smiled again. “Thanks for having this chat with me, I think we made some good progress.” He took the bottle and took several large swigs from it before collapsing to the floor. After a few minutes, Isura walked in, nudging him a little with her foot, and sighing. “Son of a bitch,” she said, as she slung Iota over her shoulder and made for the door.