The GIRry Horror Picture Show
Riff-Raff sighed as he halfheartedly pushed the mop across the floor of the laboratory. "Too much damned work", the thin, pale man growled to himself. He bent to retrieve a soiled rag, licking his thin lips. His body cried out for a rest and a good bottle of wine, which he had grown to love so much. Riff bared his teeth and spat at the side of the tank which contained the beginnings of Frank's projects. Behind him, someone laughed, low and husky. Magenta entered the room, a duster hanging from her carefully polished fingertips. Riff dropped the mop with a loud clatter, and embraced his sister, passionately kissing the side of her neck. "No", Magenta sighed regretfully and pushed Riff away "there's still much housework to be done, the master will be upset." "To hell with Frank-N-Furter." Riff snarled, "He lives a perpetual life of indulgence, while we are treated like dog shit. We need another helper around here." Riff smiled, and touched Magenta's cheek "Besides, doesn't my beautiful sister deserve more rest and relaxation?" With surprising quickness, he pulled down the top of Magenta's blouse and kissed the hollow between her breasts." Magenta sighed and stroked Riff's lank hair. "Very well, we shall ask."
Dr. Frank-N-Furter eyed Riff's back with detached wariness, his servant was up to something, but what? Lately, Riff had been more of a brown-noser than ever, slinking around Frank like a beaten dog. Shifting in his chair, Frank toyed with a fork from the dinner table, thinking. Magenta approached the table, wearing a sickly smile, and dropped a rather inedible looking piece of meat on Frank's plate. Riff poured a measure of white wine into a goblet at Frank's elbow, and stood baring his teeth in a rather poor approximation of a smile. With his hunched shoulders and shifty eyes, Frank thought Riff looked rather like a hyena. Riff sighed, and then spoke in a respectful tone. "Master, Magenta and I would humbly like to make a simple request." Frank waved his hand, arching a plucked eyebrow "Out with it, and be lucky I'm in a good mood." Riff opened his mouth, but Magenta blurted "We need more cleaning help!" Riff glared at Magenta, as Frank took a small sip of the wine and considered. Frank smiled, "Ordinarily I would say no, but as you know, I have a little. obsession I could use some help with. Very well, I will send a request off to those in power on Transsexual."
The delivery boy pounded loudly on the door, ignoring the doorbell. Riff groaned as he slowly descended the stairs, clutching at his roiling guts, regretting all the gin and candy he had consumed last night. Eddie grinned vacantly as Riff opened the door "Got a package for ya, Riffy!" Riff could smell the marijuana smoke on Eddie's leather jacket; the boy was stoned out of his mind, as per usual. Eddie grunted as he lifted the wooden crate over the doorframe, and shoved it inside. The writing on the label was cryptic; the only words Riff could make out were 'Invd. Zim.' A redheaded young woman dashed down the stairs past Riff, into Eddie's arms, showering him with affectionate kisses. Eddie laughed and pinched Columbia's butt. "Whoa, ease up baby; I gotta get this crate open." Columbia sighed and pouted girlishly. With a crowbar, Eddie attacked the crate's top, splintering the wood. Inside the crate, something squeaked and rattled in response. Riff braced himself as the last nails came loose from the crate, he had no idea whatsoever what was in the box, and knowing Frank's interests and ideas, it could be damn near anything. With a crash, the lid fell off, and a pair of greenish glowing eyes could be seen in the gloom. "Oooohhhh!" the thing sang, hauling itself up with a metallic rattling. Riff blinked in disbelief, a small robot stood in front of him, smiling, and humming vaguely. "Ya gots taquitos?" it inquired in a high pitched voice..
Riff-Raff sighed as he halfheartedly pushed the mop across the floor of the laboratory. "Too much damned work", the thin, pale man growled to himself. He bent to retrieve a soiled rag, licking his thin lips. His body cried out for a rest and a good bottle of wine, which he had grown to love so much. Riff bared his teeth and spat at the side of the tank which contained the beginnings of Frank's projects. Behind him, someone laughed, low and husky. Magenta entered the room, a duster hanging from her carefully polished fingertips. Riff dropped the mop with a loud clatter, and embraced his sister, passionately kissing the side of her neck. "No", Magenta sighed regretfully and pushed Riff away "there's still much housework to be done, the master will be upset." "To hell with Frank-N-Furter." Riff snarled, "He lives a perpetual life of indulgence, while we are treated like dog shit. We need another helper around here." Riff smiled, and touched Magenta's cheek "Besides, doesn't my beautiful sister deserve more rest and relaxation?" With surprising quickness, he pulled down the top of Magenta's blouse and kissed the hollow between her breasts." Magenta sighed and stroked Riff's lank hair. "Very well, we shall ask."
Dr. Frank-N-Furter eyed Riff's back with detached wariness, his servant was up to something, but what? Lately, Riff had been more of a brown-noser than ever, slinking around Frank like a beaten dog. Shifting in his chair, Frank toyed with a fork from the dinner table, thinking. Magenta approached the table, wearing a sickly smile, and dropped a rather inedible looking piece of meat on Frank's plate. Riff poured a measure of white wine into a goblet at Frank's elbow, and stood baring his teeth in a rather poor approximation of a smile. With his hunched shoulders and shifty eyes, Frank thought Riff looked rather like a hyena. Riff sighed, and then spoke in a respectful tone. "Master, Magenta and I would humbly like to make a simple request." Frank waved his hand, arching a plucked eyebrow "Out with it, and be lucky I'm in a good mood." Riff opened his mouth, but Magenta blurted "We need more cleaning help!" Riff glared at Magenta, as Frank took a small sip of the wine and considered. Frank smiled, "Ordinarily I would say no, but as you know, I have a little. obsession I could use some help with. Very well, I will send a request off to those in power on Transsexual."
The delivery boy pounded loudly on the door, ignoring the doorbell. Riff groaned as he slowly descended the stairs, clutching at his roiling guts, regretting all the gin and candy he had consumed last night. Eddie grinned vacantly as Riff opened the door "Got a package for ya, Riffy!" Riff could smell the marijuana smoke on Eddie's leather jacket; the boy was stoned out of his mind, as per usual. Eddie grunted as he lifted the wooden crate over the doorframe, and shoved it inside. The writing on the label was cryptic; the only words Riff could make out were 'Invd. Zim.' A redheaded young woman dashed down the stairs past Riff, into Eddie's arms, showering him with affectionate kisses. Eddie laughed and pinched Columbia's butt. "Whoa, ease up baby; I gotta get this crate open." Columbia sighed and pouted girlishly. With a crowbar, Eddie attacked the crate's top, splintering the wood. Inside the crate, something squeaked and rattled in response. Riff braced himself as the last nails came loose from the crate, he had no idea whatsoever what was in the box, and knowing Frank's interests and ideas, it could be damn near anything. With a crash, the lid fell off, and a pair of greenish glowing eyes could be seen in the gloom. "Oooohhhh!" the thing sang, hauling itself up with a metallic rattling. Riff blinked in disbelief, a small robot stood in front of him, smiling, and humming vaguely. "Ya gots taquitos?" it inquired in a high pitched voice..