Disclaimer: All rights, characters, etc. belong to Shakespeare and Gerard Presgurvic. Anything other than that belongs to the authors. Chapter 4
In a deserted attic...
Juliette: Now, where is my Benvolio?
Mercutio: I don't know! I've only just been revived! Not an hour ago was I dead!
Juliette: I don't need to hear your excuses! Rachel, get the 'persuasion device'
*Rachel appears with an item in her hand*
Rachel: This will make you talk!
*Mercutio looks at the item.*
Mercutio: Is... Is that a garlic presser?
Juliette: Yes! Once you have smelt the garlic and have tears streaming down your face, eyes stinging, you will reveal all to us!
Mercutio: Isn't it onions that make people cry?
Rachel:...
Juliette:...
Rachel: Garlic can also... do that...?
Mercutio: If you say so.
Juliette: Rachel, press it under his eyes and we'll see who's right!
Rachel: Aye aye, Cap'n! *tries to figure out how to work garlic press*
Juliette: Any day now, Rachel.
Rachel: I'm trying! *snaps it in half* Oops.
Mercutio: *mouths "Why?" at the sky*
Juliette: *grabs Mercutio by the front of his collar* You're going to tell us everything without the garlic press!
Mercutio: Everything?
Juliette: EVERYTHING!
Mercutio: If you insist!
In some street in Verona...
Sasha: *collapses* I can't take this! We've been walking for ages! My feet hurt, my lungs are burning, and I can't take another step!
Tybalt:...We've only been walking for five minutes.
Sasha: *stands up* Oh,...right.
Tybalt: -_-
In some abandoned tomb...
Romeo: *sits up, stretches, and yawns* My, my! The guy at the drug store wasn't kidding! That sleeping potion does wonders for the mind! You should try it, Juliette. *looks around* Juliette? Juliette? Where is she? *gasp* I hope her parents didn't decide to cremate her! It seems an awful lot of trouble to try to get a wedding dress to fit on an urn...*stares off into space dramatically with lips pursed like he's a shampoo model* I wonder...I wonder if maybe she thought I was dead and decided to leave me for Benvolio and has a revived Mercutio locked in an attic and is interrogating him?...Naaaaah! That'd never happen!
Back to the deserted attic...
Mercutio:...and that was how I saved Benvolio from being eaten by a cow when we were five!
Juliette: What does this have to do with where Benvolio is?
Mercutio: *ahem!* Don't you know it's rude to interrupt someone in the middle of a story?
Rachel: But, we've been here for an hour!
Mercutio: Well, you'd better get comfortable, ladies, because I still have to tell you about my 8th birthday party!
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