The Intern2
interrogtion
Argost's mansion looked evil from the black paint job to the scarlet Oldsmobile. *Maybe it looks better at night.* I thought. "Lights, Camera, Action." said Dr. Beeman as he grabs the lights and hands me the camera. "R-Ring th-the bell." Dr. Beeman stutters to me. I ring it slowly. It sounds like a dark church organ. The door opens slightly.
"Hey, Munya." I say in a slight Jamaican accent hoping that it is he. "Axel and Kane of the T33nN3wzCr3w, we're here to interview Mr. Argost. May we come in, please?" I hear a small growl. Munya closes the door and unlocks numerous locks... apparently, there's quite a few, so Arthur and I talk secretly while Munya's unlocking away. "You know your lines, newbie? We don't want him to start a fight." "I've got them down; besides, you said he puts on a face." Finally, Munya opens the door revealing his red hair, suit, pointy ears and all.
We enter the mansion very carefully, everything inside looks like it was from the next year or the last 200. Argost makes his appearance by screaming while sliding down the banister of his giant staircase in a wild fashion and landing on his stomach. Munya growls in caution to watch his actions. "Oh, dear Munya, so uptight, if I'm to die..." "God forbid..." Dr. Beeman and I roll our eyes. "...then we intend to have as much fun as possible." He rises to reveal his white hair, beady gold eyes, fanged mouth and a severe hunchback. He clears his throat and get serious!...serious!...serious! (empathetic movie announcer echo)
"We're rolling!" Dr. Beeman yells in my ear. "I'm right here!" I hiss in Dr. Beeman's ear. "Greetings and Bienvenue, T33nNewzCrew. I am V.V. Argost. I'm very fortunate to talk with these fine gentlemen." Dr. Beeman turns his camera towards us a fakes a smile. "But no one is more excited than Munya, completely unable to contain himself over there, say hello to the world, Munya!" Dr. Beeman turns the camera towards Munya, who cracks a small smile for about two seconds. "Okay, now, to talk turkey." We sit on his antique furniture [apparently all his furniture are antiques] and place a foot on his Ottoman. "So, Argost, what are your plans for the future?" Dr. Beeman asks in his squeaky fake accent. "Well, I intend to go to my favorite places and the ones I've always dreamed of, Casablanca, Sri Lanka, New Jersey, The North Pole, Atlantic City, you know. I'm also trying to even out some stressed relationships with prior... haughty acquaintances." "Excuse me, if I'm wrong, but, you're planning on 'getting even'?" I ask. "Perhaps I wasn't very clear." He started to look evil. "I've had my disputes with some - not so charismatic characters that I, hope will soon forgive me." Argost says as his voice starts to break. Argost apologizes, begins to cry and asks Munya and I to hold him. Munya and I stare at each other while holding the sad little man thinking - *Why am I holding him?* [Apparently, we're thinking the same thing!]
A while after, Munya hands us two cups of blackened tea. He puts in some cream and sugar and serves it to us. Dr. Beeman nudges me while warning, "Don't drink anything he serves you at all, ever!" He slyly pours the tea on his oriental rug. I drink the tea anyway. Doc talks to me through my shutter shades. "Hear out for anything interesting." Argost comes back looking more feeble. "I apologize for my behavior earlier; I can be so ornery at times." "That's okay, how can I hate such a nice guy like you?" Dr. Beeman says in gritted teeth. "I believe I have truly been wasting my life..." Argost says with a dreadful sigh. * least we agree on something.* I thought. "...I do realize that I have to better myself and quickly. I've felt so lazy over the past few years, not that you're a problem, Munya, heh heh." Munya folds his arms, crosses his legs and rolls his eyes. "People have accused you and Munya of wearing the same outfit on a daily basis. What do you say to that?" I state. "That is true and false; I've grown so conceited that I decided to wear copies of the same outfit to save money while splurging it! I'll tell you one thing; Munya goes through these suits like acid through steel! I intend to change my fashion this coming fall. If anything you two can have some suits when this is over." "That'd be nice, right Axel?" I nudge Dr. Beeman who's slowly falling asleep. "Yes, Kane, I'd really appreciate that." "The recent pictures of you and Munya show that you're growing very close - despite his silence." "It's okay, I like him silent." Dr. Beeman said with a smile full of spite. Munya raises his eyebrows in surprise as his monocle falls off revealing his unseen eye.
"Munya and I have actually been in the works with a musical career as a band!" Dr. Beeman and I look each other in shock. "Is something wrong, you two?" Argost asks us. "It's just so very unexpected. Is Munya singing?" Munya suddenly blushes. "Better yet, can we join?" Dr. Beeman painfully jokes. We all [except Munya] laugh. "That depends; really, we're planning on tackling every genre possible. If I go out, I'm doing it with a bang-" "Two questions." Dr. Beeman interrupts. "One – Do you intend to cut your mane anytime soon?" "Actually, no, I've become an advocate of the phrase 'Long Hair, Don't Care!'" Argost laughs. "Yeah... and two - What made you think that you're dying?"