Part 12
"So, who's Sailor Uranus?"
So I guess Dusk heard pretty much everything. Or did she? Heh, just kidding, she heard everything. Panicked, and confused, she runs back into her room, and starts pacing around to try and sort things out.
Dusk-A thing? No way! I'm not a… a bottle of beer ! Well, that would explain that weird birthmark on my stomach in the shape of "6.1%".
As she paces, she becomes so panicked, that she starts crying and tears down all of her posters. Well who wouldn't panic? Poor girl just discovered what that weird birthmark really means. Come to think of it, I've got a weird birthmark on my stomach… in the shape of a bat… wait a minute… Holy cheezwhiz! I'm Batgirl! Ok… maybe not.
Dusk storms out of her room, and goes downstairs in the living room where everyone is assembled. Wich is weird, because usually it's in Taiwan where everything is assembled. Sorry.
Jeff-You know, if we're the Sailor Scout Gang, wich one of us is Sailor Uranus? Oh, hey Duskmeister. What's up?
Muffy sees Dusk, and notices her tearstreaked face. She quickly gets up to face her sister.
Muffy-Dusk, what's wrong? Are you hurt?
Dusk-Is that what I am?! A bottle of beer? A Canadian? I'm just a thing?!
As Dusk confronts Muffy, everyone stands up awkwardly and discreetly tries to leave. Well almost everyone.
Offya-Could've been worse, you could've been a duck.
Jeff-Off! I think we better go.
So they all depart, leaving Muffy and Dusk standing face to face. Choice comes in from the kitchen. She already knows about Dusk. How did she find out? Ummm… she just knows… uh… moving on…
Choice-Is there something wrong? Muffy? Dusk?
Dusk-So that's the truth huh? I don't even exist?! I'm not a daughter, or a sister, I'm nothing!
Choice-Honey please, calm down.
Dusk-Calm down? How can you tell me to calm down?! Besides, you're not even my mother.
Dusk stomps off to her room, as Muffy and Choice exchange concerned looks.
Choice-Oh Muffy, I was hoping it would never come to this. We have to go talk to her.
Muffy-I know.
As they enter her room, they find it empty. Obviously. She's like the Montreal Expos' chance of ever winning a pennant; absent. Or George Bush's ability to pronounce a European capital; not there. Or Mariah Carey's dignity; gone. Well, you get the point.
