Chapter II → Hot Militar Guys Are Always Good
[The show starts, everyone is laid in cushions talking]
Rachel: Fancy house my ass!!
[Everybody laughs; they sleep; it's day again!]
Monica: My back aches!! What a rotten mattress!
Phoebe: Darling, if you wanna go, the door is right there...
Monica: shut up you dumbass
Ross: Girls! Stop it! You always make things so complicated!
Abby: Children! You'll wake up Teofilo! [Gets up and leaves the room]
Dave: Let's go people!! Let's go getting up!!
Kerry: He is right...
[Luka Kovac comes in]
Luka: Good morning! How did you guys spend the night?
Phoebe: [Really high] Be happy is wake up every morning, open the window and fly like a little bird....
Rachel: Wow! Don't say crap, guria*
[Abby comes in]
Rachel: Where have you been Abbs?
Abby: I was looking for Teofilo
Carol: Where is he?
Abby: He is there inside
Dave: Is he here to compete too?
Abby: No, he just came to accompany me...
Ross: If I knew a had brought my hot guy!
Luka: Well, continuing what I was saying before you interrupted me... [stares at Abby]
Abby: Excuse me! You werent saying anything when I came in, so don't look at me like that...
Luka: Fine, whatever! Now it's time to play the Colonel game!
Rachel, Abby and Rossy: YEY! Hot militar guys!!!
Luka: The game is like this: There willbe two chairs in the middle of the room. When the music stops, you should seat on them1 Who sits in the last chair, will be the winner!!
Rach: At least tell me we are going to win a good award after doing this crappy, childish game!
Luka: I'm glad you asked. The winner wins a beatle!
Abby: The car?
Luka: Nope
Abby: The band's CD?
Luka: Nope
Dave: The vegetable?
Kerry: What? No, you dumbass, beat is the vegetable, BEAT, B-E-A-T!
Dave: OK, you don't have to yell at me like this...
Abby: So, if it's not the car or the band, what is it?
Luka: Actually, it's jus a beatle, but it's a big one...
Abby: OK, that's just stupid! I refuse to play this game!
Rachel and Carol: Me too!
Luka: OK, Abby, Rachel and Carol aren't going to play! Anyone else?
Monica: Actually, I don't wan...
Luka: No, OK, let's atart!
[The song starts to play]
She falls apart by herself
no one's there to talk or understand
feels the sting dries her eyes
finds herself opens the door and sighs
people see right through you
everyone who knew you well
[Dave starts to push Ross, who falls and starts to whine about is, everyone ignores it]
falls apart, might as well
day is long and nothing is wasted
runaway, runawaywanna hold on to you but you're going away
runaway, runaway
wanna hold you tomorrow but you're leaving today
[The song stops]
Luka: Let's see, Kerry sat in both chairs. I guess she is the winner! Congratulations, you are now the Colonel!
Phoebe: WHAT!! That's not fair, we don't even had a chance to sit!
Luka: Sorry...
Phoebe: Screw you! Screw you all!!!!!!!
Kerry: [Sticks her tongue out] Nananana! I won, you didn't!! I am the Colonel, you aren't!!!
Monica: You are not the Colonel! You are...the weakest link!
AN: I stole some verses of "Falls Apart [Runaway]" by Sugar Ray