A/N: Okay random parody of 'Light My Candle' but with a twist. Basically Mimi has an awesome chicken KFC chicken dinner and her fingers need some lickin' because her water is out. I thought of this while eating chicken. And I mean no disrespect to all of you KFC eaters. I love KFC with all my heart. Enjoy!
Roger: What you forget?
Mimi: Got a knife?
Roger: I know you…you, smell like barbecue.
Mimi: Well I just ate a lot today and my face is kinda messy, anyway, what?
Roger: Nothing, that smell reminded me…
Mimi: I always remind people of turkey.
Roger: It smells like it just died.
Mimi: I still need that knife, sorry 'bout the stench. Would you lick my fingers?
Roger: Well.
Mimi: Yeah. Mmmm!
Roger: Oh the sauce, it's –
Mimi: Dripping! I like it between my
Roger: Lips. I figured. Oh well, good night.
Mimi exits, then realizes she forgot something else
Roger: You were drooling again?
Mimi: No, I think that I dropped my salt packs.
Roger: I know I've seen you out and about, when I used to go out. Your salt is out?
Mimi: Well I'm hungry, and I had them when I walked through the door. They were great…are they on that plate?
Mimi walks towards an empty plate
Mimi: They say that I have the best chicken recipe below 14th street, wanna try?
Roger: Uh…
Mimi: Are you a vegan?
Roger: Oh no, I mean, I just…don't like chicken.
Mimi: -gasps-
Roger: …you smell familiar.
Mimi: Like that dead turkey.
Roger: Only when you breathe out, but I know I've seen you somewhere else.
Mimi: Do you regular at KFC? That's where I work, I eat.
Roger: Yes! They used to feed you left over chicken wings.
Mimi: …it's a living.
Roger: I didn't recognize you without the macaroni salad.
Mimi: We could lick my fingers. Oh won't you lick my fingers?
Roger: Why don't you forget that stuff? It looks like you eat too much!
Mimi: I'm healthy. But I eat a lot for my age, so did my dad.
Roger: Well you sure take after your dad…
Mimi: I don't eat a lot I told you!
Roger: Then why do you sweat?
Mimi: I got a cold.
Roger: Uh huh I used to smell that funky.
Mimi: Well now and then I want to…feel good.
Roger: -finds a salt packet- Oh here!
Mimi: What's that?
Roger: Chocolate bar wrapper.
Mimi: ..gimme! We could lick my fingers…oh won't you lick my fingers?
Roger: That was my last napkin.
Mimi: I'll have to wipe my mouth with my sleeve. Thank God for cotton.
Roger: Maybe it's not the cotton at all, I hear you can buy wipes for that.
Mimi: Oh well…oh well.
Roger: Messy hands.
Mimi: Yours too. Fat, like my fathers. Do you wanna eat?
Roger: With you?
Mimi: No. With my father.
Roger: I'm Roger.
Mimi: They call me…they call me…messy Mimi.
Heh so random. R&R