[ WP ] Whose Line Is It Anyways , where the points DO matter .

Colin Mochrie stepped backstage and immediately lit a cigarette with trembling hands. He'd managed once again to come out ahead, but just barely this time. Behind him he heard Laura Hall on the piano playing soft, mournful music, her way of soothing the nerves of the condemned. 
 
 `` Hey, buddy!'' Drew Carey said as he slapped Colin's shoulder. `` When'd you start smoking?'' Colin looked down, afraid and ashamed. 
 
 `` A few weeks ago. I just... it's the whole --'' He was interrupted by a gunshot from on stage. Greg Proops had come in last today. Colin blinked back the tears, afraid to let Drew see him mourning his friend. 
 
 `` Well... so much for Greg!'' Drew cackled. `` Maybe he should n't have stolen my parking spot this morning, huh?'' Colin could n't take any more; he collapsed into a quivering pile on the floor, bawling despite himself. 
 
 `` You did n't have to kill him!'' he shouted between sobs. `` You play God, handing out points on a whim! It's not fair! The points are supposed to be for performance! Not because you like someone or hate them!'' Colin buried his head in his hands. Drew was quiet for a moment, then sat down next to his friend. 
 
 `` I know you're nervous; it's just you and Ryan left, and he's a tough performer. Tomorrow is a big day, and neither one of you wants to die. Can I tell you a secret? Ryan's in his dressing room drinking an entire bottle of Seagrams. He ca n't take the pressure, either.'' Drew glanced around the stage, ensuring it was completely empty. `` Maybe there's a way you can earn some'bonus points' for tomorrow's event.'' 
 
 `` H-how?'' Colin asked. But Drew did n't answer; he simply stood up and began removing his pants.
