KEVIN: Psst. Scott. What's with the weird look?
SCOTT: Quiet, mang. I'm getting a vision of us in the future.
KEVIN: What? Really?
SCOTT: Yeah. Oh, wow!
KEVIN: What?
SCOTT: We're both in the WWF!
KEVIN: Sweet!
SCOTT: And I'm the Intercontinental Champion...four times!
KEVIN: Congrats, bro!
SCOTT: And you're the World Champion!
KEVIN: WHOA!
SCOTT: Wait, now we're jumping ship to WCW, and we got big contracts. Ooh, invasion angle! We're starting a stable with Hogan, who's a heel!
KEVIN: Now you're just putting me on...
SCOTT: And we're the Tag Team Champions...
KEVIN: Really?
SCOTT: And now...you laid down for Hogan and he's the champion.
KEVIN: Why would I do that?
SCOTT: And now the three of us are back in the WWF, and we're going after the Rock.
KEVIN: Don Muraco's still around?
SCOTT: No, Rocky Johnson's son.
KEVIN: Duane?
SCOTT: Yeah. Ooh...
KEVIN: What?
SCOTT: I just got fired.
KEVIN: Why?
SCOTT: Guess I turn into a drunk.
KEVIN: Damn. What about me?
SCOTT: You come back from an injury and, in your first match back, you tear your quad.
KEVIN: Ouch.
SCOTT: But now you're back! ...and you're hurt again.
KEVIN: Dude, I'm getting fragile.
SCOTT: Now you're out of a contract, but you're doing movies.
KEVIN: Cool!
SCOTT: Yeah. You're in "The Punisher."
KEVIN: All right!
SCOTT: ...but you get stabbed.
KEVIN: Okay, that's enough visions for one day, Scott.