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Anonymous Coward 3/26/2025 3:02 am GMT	Write The Script. Power Rangers Remake! The Power Bottoms Scrump, Chip, Jazzy, Phen and Trin combine to become The Power Bottoms... Write the script.
feel free 2 edit 3/30/2025 9:50 pm GMT	RE: Write The Script. Power Rangers Remake! The Power Bottoms [Scene: A dimly lit basement hangout. Posters of random pop culture icons line the walls. A beat-up couch sits in the corner. Scrump, Chip, Jazzy, Phen, and Trin stand in a loose circle, sizing each other up.] Scrump: (rubbing hands together) Alright, people, we’ve been summoned. The time has come. No more solo acts—tonight, we’re making history. Chip: (adjusting a pair of oversized sunglasses) History? Scrump, last week you said we were just grabbing pizza. Now we’re a team? I need details, dude. Jazzy: (snapping fingers rhythmically) Oh, honey, this ain’t about pizza. This is about power. I can feel it in the air—electric, baby. We’re about to be unstoppable. Phen: (leaning against the wall, arms crossed) Unstoppable at what, exactly? I’m not signing up for another one of Trin’s “experimental art projects.” Last time, I smelled like glitter for a month. Trin: (grinning, holding up a sparkling cape) That was a masterpiece, Phen, and you know it. But this? This is bigger. We’re not just a group—we’re a force. Scrump, hit ‘em with the name. Scrump: (dramatic pause, then throws arms wide) Ladies and gentlemen, we are… The Power Bottoms! [A beat of silence. Chip tilts his head. Jazzy stops snapping. Phen raises an eyebrow. Trin twirls the cape.] Chip: …The Power Bottoms? Like, for real? That’s what we’re going with? Scrump: (nodding enthusiastically) Yes! It’s bold, it’s unexpected, it’s us! Think about it—underdogs with attitude, rising from the ground up. Literally! Jazzy: (snapping again, warming up to it) Okay, okay, I see the vision. We’re the base that holds it all together. The foundation. The vibe. I’m in. Phen: (sighs, but smirks) Fine. But if we’re doing this, I’m not wearing spandex. I’ve got limits. Trin: (draping the cape over Phen’s shoulders) Too late, babe. You’re already serving looks. Besides, every team needs a reluctant hero—it’s your brand now. Chip: (grinning) Alright, I’m sold. So what’s the mission? World domination? Stopping bad vibes? Taking over the karaoke scene? Scrump: (pacing like a general) Step one: we figure out our powers. Chip, you’ve got that chaotic energy—perfect for distraction. Jazzy, your rhythm throws people off balance. Phen, you’re the skeptic who keeps us grounded. Trin, you’re the wild card with the glitter bombs. And me? I’m the glue. Jazzy: (laughing) Glue, huh? Sticky and stubborn. Checks out. Phen: (dryly) So we’re a team of misfits with no plan. Great. What’s next? Trin: (eyes gleaming) Next, we need a signal. Something to call us together. Like a whistle—or a glitter explosion! Chip: (pulling out a kazoo) How about this? (blows it loudly, off-key) [Everyone groans, but they’re smiling.] Scrump: (clapping hands) Perfect. The Power Bottoms are officially activated. Now, let’s go cause some chaos—or fix it. Depends on the mood. Jazzy: (striking a pose) To the bottom—and beyond! [They all strike ridiculous poses, laughing as the camera pans out. The screen fades to black with “The Power Bottoms: Coming Soon” in bold letters.]
Anonymous Coward 3/30/2025 9:53 pm GMT	RE: Write The Script. Power Rangers Remake! The Power Bottoms [INT. DIMLY LIT BASEMENT - NIGHT] The camera pans across a cluttered room filled with corkboards, red string, old computers, and stacks of tattered notebooks. Five figures sit around a folding table, each with their own eccentric flair. A glowing neon sign flickers on the wall: "Fetid Poo Pit - Truth Unearthed." Dramatic music swells. NARRATOR (V.O.): In a world where the truth is buried beneath layers of lies, five unlikely heroes rise from the shadows of the internet. Alone, they’re misfits. Together… they are The Power Bottoms, moderators of the legendary conspiracy site, Fetid Poo Pit. [CUT TO: SCRUMP] Scrump, a wiry guy with a trucker hat and a permanent squint, slams a fist on the table, scattering empty energy drink cans. SCRUMP: Listen up, sheeple! I’m Scrump—chief thread-locker and master of the banhammer. You post about lizard people without sources? Bam! You’re toast. I keep Fetid Poo Pit’s chaos in check… mostly. [CUT TO: CHIP] Chip, a lanky techie with thick glasses and a keyboard slung over his shoulder like a guitar, smirks as he types furiously. CHIP: Name’s Chip. I’m the data diver—hacking the matrix one IP address at a time. Flat Earth bots? Chemtrail shills? I sniff ‘em out before they can say "Big Pharma." This site runs on my code… and my caffeine addiction. [CUT TO: JAZZY] Jazzy, a vibrant woman with wild hair and a tie-dye shirt, spins in her chair, waving a crystal pendulum. JAZZY: Hey, truth-seekers, it’s Jazzy! I’m the vibe curator. I read the cosmic energies of every post. Alien disclosure? Time travel leaks? I’ll tell ya if it’s legit or just some dude in his mom’s basement. Peace, love, and paranoia, baby! [CUT TO: PHEN] Phen, a brooding figure in a trench coat, leans against the wall, flipping a coin. His voice is low and gravelly. PHEN: Phen here. I’m the shadow watcher. I dig into the deep threads—the ones that get buried. MKUltra whistleblowers, Bigfoot cover-ups… if it’s too weird for the normies, it’s my territory. Trust no one. [CUT TO: TRIN] Trin, a sharp-eyed woman with a clipboard and a headset, adjusts her glasses and scribbles notes. TRIN: And I’m Trin, the glue of this circus. I fact-check the uncheckable, archive the unarchivable, and keep these clowns from imploding. Someone’s gotta make sure Fetid Poo Pit doesn’t turn into a meme war. Spoiler: it usually does. [WIDE SHOT: ALL FIVE STAND UP] The five step forward, striking exaggerated poses as sparks fly behind them (courtesy of a poorly wired extension cord). The neon sign buzzes louder. SCRUMP: We’re the gatekeepers of the fringe! CHIP: The architects of the rabbit hole! JAZZY: The mystics of the modem! PHEN: The sentinels of the strange! TRIN: And the ones who actually read the terms of service! [QUICK MONTAGE] Scrump banning a user mid-rant about "Moon Hoax 2.0." Chip tracing a troll’s location to a suspiciously government-adjacent server. Jazzy waving sage over a thread titled "Bigfoot Spotted at Area 51." Phen scrolling through a 300-page PDF titled "The Truth They Won’t Tell You." Trin pinning a post: "Reminder: No doxxing, even if they’re reptilian." [BACK TO WIDE SHOT] The five clasp hands (awkwardly), raising them high as the camera zooms out. ALL (IN UNISON): We are… The Power Bottoms! Defenders of Fetid Poo Pit, scourge of the mainstream, and the only ones crazy enough to mod this madhouse! NARRATOR (V.O.): When the world’s asleep, they’re awake—sorting truth from tinfoil, one wild thread at a time. Tune in to Fetid Poo Pit… if you dare. [SCREEN FADES TO BLACK] A faint sound of dial-up internet screeches as text appears: "Fetid Poo Pit: Where the Bottom Line is Power."

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3/26/2025 3:02 am GMT

Write The Script. Power Rangers Remake! The Power Bottoms

Scrump, Chip, Jazzy, Phen and Trin combine to become The Power Bottoms...

Write the script.

feel free 2 edit

3/30/2025 9:50 pm GMT

RE: Write The Script. Power Rangers Remake! The Power Bottoms

[Scene: A dimly lit basement hangout. Posters of random pop culture icons line the walls. A beat-up couch sits in the corner. Scrump, Chip, Jazzy, Phen, and Trin stand in a loose circle, sizing each other up.]

Scrump: (rubbing hands together) Alright, people, we’ve been summoned. The time has come. No more solo acts—tonight, we’re making history.

Chip: (adjusting a pair of oversized sunglasses) History? Scrump, last week you said we were just grabbing pizza. Now we’re a team? I need details, dude.

Jazzy: (snapping fingers rhythmically) Oh, honey, this ain’t about pizza. This is about power. I can feel it in the air—electric, baby. We’re about to be unstoppable.

Phen: (leaning against the wall, arms crossed) Unstoppable at what, exactly? I’m not signing up for another one of Trin’s “experimental art projects.” Last time, I smelled like glitter for a month.

Trin: (grinning, holding up a sparkling cape) That was a masterpiece, Phen, and you know it. But this? This is bigger. We’re not just a group—we’re a force. Scrump, hit ‘em with the name.

Scrump: (dramatic pause, then throws arms wide) Ladies and gentlemen, we are… The Power Bottoms!

[A beat of silence. Chip tilts his head. Jazzy stops snapping. Phen raises an eyebrow. Trin twirls the cape.]

Chip: …The Power Bottoms? Like, for real? That’s what we’re going with?

Scrump: (nodding enthusiastically) Yes! It’s bold, it’s unexpected, it’s us! Think about it—underdogs with attitude, rising from the ground up. Literally!

Jazzy: (snapping again, warming up to it) Okay, okay, I see the vision. We’re the base that holds it all together. The foundation. The vibe. I’m in.

Phen: (sighs, but smirks) Fine. But if we’re doing this, I’m not wearing spandex. I’ve got limits.

Trin: (draping the cape over Phen’s shoulders) Too late, babe. You’re already serving looks. Besides, every team needs a reluctant hero—it’s your brand now.

Chip: (grinning) Alright, I’m sold. So what’s the mission? World domination? Stopping bad vibes? Taking over the karaoke scene?

Scrump: (pacing like a general) Step one: we figure out our powers. Chip, you’ve got that chaotic energy—perfect for distraction. Jazzy, your rhythm throws people off balance. Phen, you’re the skeptic who keeps us grounded. Trin, you’re the wild card with the glitter bombs. And me? I’m the glue.

Jazzy: (laughing) Glue, huh? Sticky and stubborn. Checks out.

Phen: (dryly) So we’re a team of misfits with no plan. Great. What’s next?

Trin: (eyes gleaming) Next, we need a signal. Something to call us together. Like a whistle—or a glitter explosion!

Chip: (pulling out a kazoo) How about this? (blows it loudly, off-key)
[Everyone groans, but they’re smiling.]

Scrump: (clapping hands) Perfect. The Power Bottoms are officially activated. Now, let’s go cause some chaos—or fix it. Depends on the mood.

Jazzy: (striking a pose) To the bottom—and beyond!

[They all strike ridiculous poses, laughing as the camera pans out. The screen fades to black with “The Power Bottoms: Coming Soon” in bold letters.]

Anonymous Coward

3/30/2025 9:53 pm GMT

RE: Write The Script. Power Rangers Remake! The Power Bottoms

[INT. DIMLY LIT BASEMENT - NIGHT]
The camera pans across a cluttered room filled with corkboards, red string, old computers, and stacks of tattered notebooks. Five figures sit around a folding table, each with their own eccentric flair. A glowing neon sign flickers on the wall: "Fetid Poo Pit - Truth Unearthed." Dramatic music swells.
NARRATOR (V.O.):
In a world where the truth is buried beneath layers of lies, five unlikely heroes rise from the shadows of the internet. Alone, they’re misfits. Together… they are The Power Bottoms, moderators of the legendary conspiracy site, Fetid Poo Pit.
[CUT TO: SCRUMP]
Scrump, a wiry guy with a trucker hat and a permanent squint, slams a fist on the table, scattering empty energy drink cans.
SCRUMP:
Listen up, sheeple! I’m Scrump—chief thread-locker and master of the banhammer. You post about lizard people without sources? Bam! You’re toast. I keep Fetid Poo Pit’s chaos in check… mostly.
[CUT TO: CHIP]
Chip, a lanky techie with thick glasses and a keyboard slung over his shoulder like a guitar, smirks as he types furiously.
CHIP:
Name’s Chip. I’m the data diver—hacking the matrix one IP address at a time. Flat Earth bots? Chemtrail shills? I sniff ‘em out before they can say "Big Pharma." This site runs on my code… and my caffeine addiction.
[CUT TO: JAZZY]
Jazzy, a vibrant woman with wild hair and a tie-dye shirt, spins in her chair, waving a crystal pendulum.
JAZZY:
Hey, truth-seekers, it’s Jazzy! I’m the vibe curator. I read the cosmic energies of every post. Alien disclosure? Time travel leaks? I’ll tell ya if it’s legit or just some dude in his mom’s basement. Peace, love, and paranoia, baby!
[CUT TO: PHEN]
Phen, a brooding figure in a trench coat, leans against the wall, flipping a coin. His voice is low and gravelly.
PHEN:
Phen here. I’m the shadow watcher. I dig into the deep threads—the ones that get buried. MKUltra whistleblowers, Bigfoot cover-ups… if it’s too weird for the normies, it’s my territory. Trust no one.
[CUT TO: TRIN]
Trin, a sharp-eyed woman with a clipboard and a headset, adjusts her glasses and scribbles notes.
TRIN:
And I’m Trin, the glue of this circus. I fact-check the uncheckable, archive the unarchivable, and keep these clowns from imploding. Someone’s gotta make sure Fetid Poo Pit doesn’t turn into a meme war. Spoiler: it usually does.
[WIDE SHOT: ALL FIVE STAND UP]
The five step forward, striking exaggerated poses as sparks fly behind them (courtesy of a poorly wired extension cord). The neon sign buzzes louder.
SCRUMP:
We’re the gatekeepers of the fringe!
CHIP:
The architects of the rabbit hole!
JAZZY:
The mystics of the modem!
PHEN:
The sentinels of the strange!
TRIN:
And the ones who actually read the terms of service!
[QUICK MONTAGE]
Scrump banning a user mid-rant about "Moon Hoax 2.0."

Chip tracing a troll’s location to a suspiciously government-adjacent server.

Jazzy waving sage over a thread titled "Bigfoot Spotted at Area 51."

Phen scrolling through a 300-page PDF titled "The Truth They Won’t Tell You."

Trin pinning a post: "Reminder: No doxxing, even if they’re reptilian."

[BACK TO WIDE SHOT]
The five clasp hands (awkwardly), raising them high as the camera zooms out.
ALL (IN UNISON):
We are… The Power Bottoms! Defenders of Fetid Poo Pit, scourge of the mainstream, and the only ones crazy enough to mod this madhouse!
NARRATOR (V.O.):
When the world’s asleep, they’re awake—sorting truth from tinfoil, one wild thread at a time. Tune in to Fetid Poo Pit… if you dare.
[SCREEN FADES TO BLACK]
A faint sound of dial-up internet screeches as text appears: "Fetid Poo Pit: Where the Bottom Line is Power."

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