Hump or Dump

Freddie Hobbes… Kenan Thompson

Amanda Derkle… Aidy Bryant

Trent Perket… Alex Moffat

Chad Robbins… Chris Redd

Doug… Charles Barkley

Male voice: What’s up and welcome to VHone Hump or Dump. Put your hands together for your host Freddie Hobbes.

Freddie: What’s up, y’all? What’s up? I’m Freddie Hobbes and you’re watching the only show where one guy gets humped and two losers get dumped. Now, let’s meet our lucky bachelorette, our miss thing of the moment, Amanda Derkle.

Amanda: [giggling] Oh! So happy to be here, Freddie. I just ended a six year relationship. So, I’m not gonna get slammed by some trash.

Freddie: Alright. Well, Amanda. You’re here for all the right reasons. Let’s meet our potential baes.

Trent: What’s up, Amanda? My name’s Trent Perket and I like to work it. I wanna send a quick shoutout to my homies of the hookah hideout.

Amanda: Ooh! Me likey.

Chad: Amanda. I’m Chad Robbins. Ha-ha-ha. And when I’m not teaching Zumba, I’m mastering the ancient art of Captain Wera. Hai-ya!

Amanda: Ooh! Hachi-machi!

Doug: Hey, Amanda. I’m Doug. Let’s just say it’s in everybody’s best interest you pick me.

Freddie: Yikes! You konw, Doug, you catch more flies with honey then you do with vinegar.

Doug: Who the hell want flies? I want a woman.

Freddie: Okay. Let’s get into it. Amanda, the floor is your’s.

Amanda: Okay, Trent, as the manager of the PF Changs, I’m used to being the head bitch. So, what do you bring to the table?

Trent: Well, Amanda, when you roll wit the T dog, you’re VIP. Helicopters, Hamptons, and half off all on trays in Devin Buster’s.

Amanda: Ooh-la-la. That’s tempting.

Chad: Nah, girl. You pick me because I’m Twitter verified and I’ll always send you home in an Uber pool.

Amanda: Ooh! Color me intrigued. And Doug?

Doug: Let me put this plainly, Amanda. If you don’t pick me, I’m gonna kill myself.

Amanda: Oh! I’m sorry. I don’t think I heard you right.

Doug: Yeah, you did. I’m gonna kill myself. I came to win and I’m putting all my chips on the table.

Freddie: Hey, come on, man! That’s not cool. I mean, you can’t put that on her. If you’re battling depression right now, we can get you some help.

Doug: I’m not depressed. This is a game show. I wanna win.

Amanda: Um, is he allowed to do this?

Freddie: No. Of course not. Usually, our producer, Tina vets these people.

Tina: He seemed cool.

Freddie: Let’s just move on.

Amanda: Um, okay. Trent, it’s 2 AM and I text you, “Sup?” What combo of emojis do you send back?

Trent: I’m going peach emoji, eggplant emoji, water squirt and tongue out.

Doug: I’ll tell you what I’ll do if you don’t pick me.

Amanda: Oh, that’s not the question.

Doug: I’ma drive home, park my oldest mobile in my garage, tape this his hose to my exhaust [showing her a pipe], roll down my windows and it goes dark sleep. Eternal sleep. Just like my daddy and my daddy’s daddies before him.

Amanda: Okay. I don’t like this. [to Freddie] I don’t like this at all.

Freddie: Yeah. Agreed.

Amanda: Um, it kind of feels like I have to pick Doug or he’s gonna kill him.

Doug: I sure am.

Chad: What? Wait, what? That’s not fair. I’ll do it. I’ll kill myself too.

Doug: How?

Chad: I don’t know.

Doug: Well, you ain’t serious.

Freddie: Well, Amanda, I hate to push you in this position. But you’re gonna have to pick somebody. Honestly, you do not have to pick Doug. His mental stability is not your responsibility.

Doug: Yes, it is.

Freddie: You don’t owe him anything.

Doug: Yes, you do!

Freddie: There’s no blood on your hands.

Doug: It isn’t if you pick me.

Freddie: Hey! Relax! Alright? Amanda, I’m gonna need that answer. Will it be Treant? Will it be Chad? Or will it be Doug?

Amanda: Chad! I choose Chad.

Chad: Whoo! Ha-ha-ha.

Doug: What? What happened here? I gotta do it. I gotta keep my word.

Freddie: Doug, you don’t need to go through with that. You’re worth something.

Doug: Thanks, man.

Freddie: Now, let’s take out that trash!

Female voice: These losers got dumped!

Freddie: Ha-ha-ha! We’ll see you next week on Hump or Dump.