A/N: this has been in my head for the longest time. I don't know if someone has done it or not, but I wanted to give it a shot.

"Just stop the protest, and you'll have it made!" Benny cried. "Think about it, you guys. You'll be able to do the things you love, free of charge." Mark and Roger looked skeptical -- Benny decided to go in for the kill. "You can live in condos, boys."

The two bohemians exchanged a glance. Roger hopped off of the Range Rover. "Give me and my client some time to talk."

Mark sighed. "Why am I always the client?" he muttered.

Benny stifled a laugh. "Listen, I'll let you two think it over. Gimme a call tomorrow with the decision, okay?" He pulled a folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket, unfolded it, and handed it to Mark. "That's what it's gonna look like."

Mark shifted uncomfortably. "What about the tent city?"

"Mark, Roger, we're not making them leave public property," Benny explained. "I'm the owner of that lot, and I have the right to do whatever the hell I want to it. I gave them all notices to warn them that they should be gone in about four months." He hesitated for a moment. "If not, then we kick them out."

"Yeah, Benny, I get that," Mark said. "Where are they going to go? Almost all of them have AIDS ..."

"I also told them about the other vacant lot not too far away from the old one." He patted himself on the back for that one.

"Well, are they okay with that?" Mark was inching back to Maureen's side of this argument.
Benny nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I gave 'em time to move, they'll be gone in about three weeks." Benny turned to Mark. "If only a few people show up at Maureen's protest, she'll be crushed. You should let her know what I did to help the homeless people. Like I said, give me a call."
Benny nodded towards the two other men, walked over to his car, got in, and drove away.

"Stop the protest," Roger said quietly, testing how it sounded coming out of his own mouth. He turned to Mark, who was standing on the sidewalk, filming the 'Over The Moon' posters. "Should we do it?"

"Um, Rog, I would love to live in a condo just as much as the next guy," Mark began, "but this is Maureen we're talking about here. Come on, man, if we even try to stop this protest, you think we'll live to see tomorrow?"
Roger stared at him grimly. "You never know."

"Oh God, Roger -- I -- no, wait -- that, um, that came out wrong --" Mark sighed. "Listen, Maureen will kill us if we try to stop her performance. And knowing Maureen, she really would attempt murder."

Roger remained angry. "I wanna do it." His face softened a little. "Come on, Mark. I want a better life than this. I want my one song glory!" He placed a friendly hand on Mark's shoulder. "You have the talent to become a big filmmaker one day. You need equipment and funding for that. And, we could always bribe Maureen, or get her drunk ..."

Mark slowly began to nod. "Yeah, Rog," he said, smiling. "Let's stop this protest."

A/N: now that it's posted, it needs reviews. :D