(A/N: YOOOOOO! Thanks to all the people who reviewed Act II. I'm now writing from my base of operations at....my grandparent's house, so I might not be able to pump out fics that fast...not that I do anyway. Well, no matter. ON WITH ACT 3!!)
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Act III- Buy Two Deaths (YAY!) and get a Banishment Half-Off!
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Scene I - Ouch! That'll Leave a Mark!
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"Uh....OK, what time is it now?" Tab asked, peering over Yo-Yo's shoulder.
"The same time it was when you asked thirty seconds ago," Yo-Yo muttered, giving him a light elbow, "Five-thirty."
"Man," Tab groaned, kicking absently at the ground, "He should've been here half an hour ago, damnit!"
"Awwww," a voice called, "looky here."
Tab and Yo-Yo turned to see...none other than Slate, a bright yellow paint can in hand.
"What do you want?" Tab scoffed.
"Well, I was actually looking for your buddy Beat. I'm gonna pay him back for humiliating me at that party two nights ago..."
"Oh, piss off Slate," Tab said, waving him away, "why don't you go cry me a river, then build a bridge and get over it!"
Beat appeared behind his two companions, a mixture of confusion and worry covering his face. "You guys having a nice talk over here?"
"Ah, Beat!" Slate boomed, a smile covering his face. "Just the wank I wanted to see. I hope you're ready to settle this."
"C'mon, Slate," Beat reasoned, holding up his hands, "I don't want to settle anything. I don't have any problems with the Capulets. I just went to the party to have a good time!"
"And," Tab started, "to get some pi-ugh!" Tab doubled over, cut off by yet another elbow. This time from Beat.
The Capulet glared at Beat suspiciously, speaking between gritted teeth. "No...we settle this right now!"
"Listen...I don't want to fight you. I...I can't."
"Aw, is big bad Beat afraid now," Slate mocked, shaking his can, "fine. If you don't want to fight, I'll just kick your ass. Easier for me."
"Slate...stop. I don't want to do this. I swore to Gum that I wouldn't do anything to harm any of you..."
Slate scoffed. "Ha! What a load of crap! What, are you married to her or something?"
Beat nodded slowly, allowing a few seconds of silence to pass, "Yeah...I am."
The Capulet started to laugh, but stopped quickly seeing only grave truth in Beat's eyes. "No...no, you're lying! You've got to be! Gum doesn't love you! She loves me!" Slate reached into his back pocket and drew a small, nickel-plated pistol, pointing it right between Beat's eyes. "You're lying..." he whispered, "tell me that you're lying."
Surprisingly, Tab was the first to break the silence...with his annoying laugh. "HA! Gimme a break, Slate, put that little toy lighter away and get out of here before you get hurt."
"...Don't...push me...Tab..."
"Well, here I am, pushing you. What are you gonna do about it, huh Slate? C'mon! C'MON!"
Slate moved like a blur, shifting the gun and firing it...right into Tab's face. The blue-clad Rudie's head jerked back, as he dropped to the ground. He didn't move.
Yo-Yo rushed down to his fallen friend's side. "Tab...Tab, oh no...Tab, wake up..."
Beat went numb when he heard the shot. He didn't even bother to look...but he knew what had happened. He stepped forward and kicked at Slate's hand, knocking the gun into the air...and into his own hands.
"Tab..." Beat leveled the gun at Slate. "God, Slate...what have you done?"
"Hey...take it easy, there, guy..." Slate laughed nervously, discreetly reaching behind his back, and digging into his pocket...finally, he found it... a small switchblade. "C'mon, man, can't we just forgive and forget here?"
"No...no, what we're going to do is wait for Onishima...and then you're going to jail...for a long, long time."
"Sorry, Beat," Slate said with a grin, "I can't do that." He pulled the blade out from behind his back, rushing forward...
...Only to be stopped by a bullet. Beat had squeezed the trigger, the slug catching Slate in the forehead. He stopped moving...and crumpled to the ground.
The Montague stood in shock, the gun still pointing down at Slate's body. "No...no...what did I do? No...Slate...I killed him...I killed him."
"Beat!," Yo-Yo called, rushing away from Tab to him, "Beat, listen to me! You need to get out of here! Now!"
"But I...I can't...Slate...Gum..."
"No, you need to forget about them now. I want you to go someplace safe, now. GO!" He pushed Beat roughly, "GO!"
Yo-Yo watched as Beat ran off into the distance and disappeared into an alleyway...it was only moments later that he heard the sirens.
The small, black and white police cruiser screeched to a halt mere feet from Yo-Yo.
From it emerged the stubble-faced, squat Onishima, a disbelieving expression on his face. "What the...WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!?!"
Yo-Yo turned to face the police chief, his mournful eyes hidden by his 3-D glasses. He began to talk, explaining how he and Tab had been waiting for Beat to arrive, how Slate arrived, looking for trouble. He conveniently left out the part where Beat admitted he was married to Gum, but still told Onishima about how Slate had shot Tab, and then how Beat had shot Slate when he began to attack him.
Onishima stood in stunned silence for a moment, looking from one body to the next, "...I knew it. I knew this would happen one day! Instead of you damn rudie's ten-tagging, I wind up with two bodies to clean up. And your little friend Beat...as far as I'm concerned, he's a murderer, and if I ever see his face again, he'll wish I had given him the chair."
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Scene II - More Persuasion, and More Bad News
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Gum sat on her bed, hugging her legs to her, head on her knees. She hadn't moved for hours, and had been thinking only of her new husband all the while.
"Beat," Gum sighed, staring longingly out the window, "Where are you? My widdle Meaty Beaty (A/N: Sorry for taking that one, Jessi ^ ^)...my snooky wooky piece of pie..."
A loud knock jerked Gum from her thoughts, as the door opened to reveal a smirking Piranha.
"'Rahna! It's about time! Quick! Tell me what's up! Where's Beat? Is he OK? What's he doing? Is he hurt? Oh, God, he's hurt isn't he!? Oh, I knew it. What's wrong? Will he be alright? Oh, no, he's dying isn't he?" Gum's eyes were wide now, driven to such wild guesses only by Piranha's silence...
...But she couldn't keep it for long. She burst out laughing, making her way to the bed and taking a seat by Gum. "Take it easy, there, girl. "He's fine. Well, sort of. It's been a bad day...I'm surprised you haven't heard about it. But, seeing as you're totally clueless, I must say that my back is stilla bit sore..."
Gum sighed, her face retaining it's expression of worry as she moved behind her friend, starting on her back massage. "Better?"
"Much...ooh, a little to the left...ahh....there...."
Gum suddenly stopped, hopping off the bed and positioning herself so that she was face to face with her friend. "C'mon, no more beating around the bush, what happened?!"
Piranha hopped up off the bed. "Slate's dead," she said, nonplussed.
Gum recoiled a few steps, her hand going over her mouth. "Who...who did it?"
"......Beat......"
She shook her head slowly. "How...how could he do such a thing? He promised me..."
"It's not what you think, ya know. Slate shot Tab first. Beat got pissed, and killed Slate. Onishima...kinda...banned him for life from Verona-Cho. He's actually cutting Beat a break, though...I'm surprised he doesen't go after him with the tanks and dogs like he usually does."
"How can you say all this like it doesn't affect you, 'Rahna? This is terrible..."
She shrugged. "I feel bad and all, but I figure there's no use getting all weepy over it...like you are, for example."
"How can I not be? That's my husband!"
"Look, if it's that bad I'll go get him for you. He's hiding out at Father Garam's. Hope he hasn't tried any of Garam's special 'herbs'..."
Gum's eyes brightened as she locked her friend in a bearhug. "Oh Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou."
"Yeah, yeah," Piranha pushed her away, laughing. "No problem. You just stay here...and you might wanna fix yourself up a bit...on second thought, nevermind. You're probably gonna get a little pie...and we all know how messy that can be..."
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Scene III - Quit Yer Bellyachin'!
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The sun had just started to set on Verona-Cho when Father Garam returned to his tiny abode. He found Beat on the couch, staring vividly at his hand, a goofy expression on his face. "D..u..d...e..."
"Hey!" Garam yelled, kicking at the couch, "You been using my herbs?"
"Uh...n...no, I just...got kinda hungry and had a few of those brownies."
"Fool, I oughta...oh, nevermind. I just found out what Onishima's gonna do to you?"
"Death?"
"If he ever sees you again, yes. So basically, you better get the hell outta Dodge."
"Where's that?"
"Forget it. It just means you can't be here. Go set up shop in Mantua-Cho, or something. Just don't be here..."
"Banishment...wish he would've given me death. How can I bear to live without Gum...?"
"Oh, it's not that bad, kid. Look on the bright side..."
"There is no bright side! If you were me, you wouldn't try to be 'looking on the bright side'. I don't want to live if I can't be with Gum..."
"YO," a voice yelled from outside, "OPEN UP!"
Garam moved to the door, unlatching the seven locks and opening the door. "Well, hello there, cutie. Care for a brownie?"
"Uh, no thanks, candyman." Piranha said, rolling her eyes, "I'm here to see Beat. I've got a message from Gum."
Beat snapped out of his 'funk', looking up at Piranha. "Gum? What'd she say?"
"Well, it isn't exactly a message. She wants to see you."
"When?"
"Now."
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Scene IV - I SAID 'Disk is Cool! Now get your ass up and...marry him?'
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"That's it!" Clutch boomed, thrusting a finger up into the sky, Corona held in his other hand, "Alright! I've decided!"
"What is it, dear?" Jazz purred, wrapping her arms around him.
"No, not right now. I've no time for your womanish temptations! I'm on a roll! You've seen how broken up Gum is over Slate's death...they were very close friends after all."
"Yeah. So?"
"Well, what if we were to...set up Disk and Gum. I mean, Gum is crazy about Disk, right?"
"Ummm....well, actually.."
"RIGHT! As a matter of fact, I'll step it up a bit. Disk came in here and proposed to her just a day or two ago...and she accepted, didn't she?"
"She kicked him in the face, then shoved the ring into his nose...he can't get it out...surgery is in a week."
"Well, why didn't you say so? It's obvious that Gum's madly in love with Disk. I say we begin preparations for a wedding! Go tell Gum. I'm sure she'll be ecstatic."
"Uh, Clutchy," Jazz began, shifting her eyes, "...isn't this all a bit fast? I mean, they're a little too young, and you're a tad too drunk to be making major decisions right now."
"Pishposh!" Clutch shot back, taking another sip of his Corona, "Now go tell her. And hurry it up!"
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Scene V - I Would Sooner Marry My Husband!
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"Bird," Beat pointed up into a nearby tree.
"Plane," Gum pointed off into the distance.
"Ridiculous looking man in red and blue tights flying off to save the city from villains...oh, no, wait, that's a plane too..."
Beat and Gum stood on the balcony overlooking the city. They had been there for hours, simply gazing at the night sky, and at eachother...after they had had a little midnight snack of course...everyone loves pie.
"Oh...there's the sun. Did night pass already? It feels like you just got here."
"I know," Beat said softly, wrapping an arm around Gum, "How about we just pretend it's still night...?"
"Mmm...sounds good..."
"Yo, lovebirds!" Piranha peeked her head in, "you better act fast, cos Jazz is on the way up...I think she wants to talk to you!"
"Drat...Beat, you'd better go...be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you..."
"I will," he affirmed, swinging himself over the railing and down onto the grass below. "I love you," he called up to her, before he jumped the fence, hauling all sorts of ass down the street.
"Ah, Gum," Jazz called from the doorway, "just the girl I wanted to see. I've got some good news."
"Hm?" Gum turned, doing her best to put on an eager face, "good news?"
"Clutch just told me that you and Disk are to be married!"
"....You're joking, right?"
"No, he was pretty serious. He says that he sees past all of your little lovetaps and mindgames. He knows how much you love him."
"...I put him in the hospital three times..."
"Don't play coy," Jazz winked at her...she sounded a bit too happy.
"Are you kidding? I'd rather marry that murdering bastard Beat than Disk. There's no way I'll do it!"
"Nonsense!" Clutch practically yelled, stumbling into the room, Corona still in hand, "you'll marry Disk and that's that! I already woke him up and told him! He's already going to try on tux's!"
Gum rolled her eyes. "Figures."
"I've already set the date for this Thursday!"
"Thursday?!?"
"Thursday!"
"No way!" Gum yelled, pushing Clutch backwards, "Get out!"
"You can't hide your affection, *hiccup*, Gum! I know how much you love Disk!"
"OUT!"
Gum slammed the door shut on Clutch, turning to face Jazz and Piranha. "This is horrible...I can't marry Disk!"
"Well, why not?" Piranha asked, hands on her hips, "Disk is great! He's charming, he's witty...he's loaded."
Gum's eyes widened. "Now you're against me, too 'Rahna? Jazz?"
"I'd say 'go for it', sweetie. Piranha's right, Disk is a great catch."
"That's it! Both of you, get out! OUT!"
The two reluctantly began to make their way out, pushed on by Gum's constant yelling.
"OUT! OUT! OUT!"
She closed the door behind them again, turning and leaning against the door. She sank slowly to a sitting position, tears forming in her eyes. "Beat..."
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(A/N: ACT III DONE! YAYEEEE!)
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Act III- Buy Two Deaths (YAY!) and get a Banishment Half-Off!
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Scene I - Ouch! That'll Leave a Mark!
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"Uh....OK, what time is it now?" Tab asked, peering over Yo-Yo's shoulder.
"The same time it was when you asked thirty seconds ago," Yo-Yo muttered, giving him a light elbow, "Five-thirty."
"Man," Tab groaned, kicking absently at the ground, "He should've been here half an hour ago, damnit!"
"Awwww," a voice called, "looky here."
Tab and Yo-Yo turned to see...none other than Slate, a bright yellow paint can in hand.
"What do you want?" Tab scoffed.
"Well, I was actually looking for your buddy Beat. I'm gonna pay him back for humiliating me at that party two nights ago..."
"Oh, piss off Slate," Tab said, waving him away, "why don't you go cry me a river, then build a bridge and get over it!"
Beat appeared behind his two companions, a mixture of confusion and worry covering his face. "You guys having a nice talk over here?"
"Ah, Beat!" Slate boomed, a smile covering his face. "Just the wank I wanted to see. I hope you're ready to settle this."
"C'mon, Slate," Beat reasoned, holding up his hands, "I don't want to settle anything. I don't have any problems with the Capulets. I just went to the party to have a good time!"
"And," Tab started, "to get some pi-ugh!" Tab doubled over, cut off by yet another elbow. This time from Beat.
The Capulet glared at Beat suspiciously, speaking between gritted teeth. "No...we settle this right now!"
"Listen...I don't want to fight you. I...I can't."
"Aw, is big bad Beat afraid now," Slate mocked, shaking his can, "fine. If you don't want to fight, I'll just kick your ass. Easier for me."
"Slate...stop. I don't want to do this. I swore to Gum that I wouldn't do anything to harm any of you..."
Slate scoffed. "Ha! What a load of crap! What, are you married to her or something?"
Beat nodded slowly, allowing a few seconds of silence to pass, "Yeah...I am."
The Capulet started to laugh, but stopped quickly seeing only grave truth in Beat's eyes. "No...no, you're lying! You've got to be! Gum doesn't love you! She loves me!" Slate reached into his back pocket and drew a small, nickel-plated pistol, pointing it right between Beat's eyes. "You're lying..." he whispered, "tell me that you're lying."
Surprisingly, Tab was the first to break the silence...with his annoying laugh. "HA! Gimme a break, Slate, put that little toy lighter away and get out of here before you get hurt."
"...Don't...push me...Tab..."
"Well, here I am, pushing you. What are you gonna do about it, huh Slate? C'mon! C'MON!"
Slate moved like a blur, shifting the gun and firing it...right into Tab's face. The blue-clad Rudie's head jerked back, as he dropped to the ground. He didn't move.
Yo-Yo rushed down to his fallen friend's side. "Tab...Tab, oh no...Tab, wake up..."
Beat went numb when he heard the shot. He didn't even bother to look...but he knew what had happened. He stepped forward and kicked at Slate's hand, knocking the gun into the air...and into his own hands.
"Tab..." Beat leveled the gun at Slate. "God, Slate...what have you done?"
"Hey...take it easy, there, guy..." Slate laughed nervously, discreetly reaching behind his back, and digging into his pocket...finally, he found it... a small switchblade. "C'mon, man, can't we just forgive and forget here?"
"No...no, what we're going to do is wait for Onishima...and then you're going to jail...for a long, long time."
"Sorry, Beat," Slate said with a grin, "I can't do that." He pulled the blade out from behind his back, rushing forward...
...Only to be stopped by a bullet. Beat had squeezed the trigger, the slug catching Slate in the forehead. He stopped moving...and crumpled to the ground.
The Montague stood in shock, the gun still pointing down at Slate's body. "No...no...what did I do? No...Slate...I killed him...I killed him."
"Beat!," Yo-Yo called, rushing away from Tab to him, "Beat, listen to me! You need to get out of here! Now!"
"But I...I can't...Slate...Gum..."
"No, you need to forget about them now. I want you to go someplace safe, now. GO!" He pushed Beat roughly, "GO!"
Yo-Yo watched as Beat ran off into the distance and disappeared into an alleyway...it was only moments later that he heard the sirens.
The small, black and white police cruiser screeched to a halt mere feet from Yo-Yo.
From it emerged the stubble-faced, squat Onishima, a disbelieving expression on his face. "What the...WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!?!"
Yo-Yo turned to face the police chief, his mournful eyes hidden by his 3-D glasses. He began to talk, explaining how he and Tab had been waiting for Beat to arrive, how Slate arrived, looking for trouble. He conveniently left out the part where Beat admitted he was married to Gum, but still told Onishima about how Slate had shot Tab, and then how Beat had shot Slate when he began to attack him.
Onishima stood in stunned silence for a moment, looking from one body to the next, "...I knew it. I knew this would happen one day! Instead of you damn rudie's ten-tagging, I wind up with two bodies to clean up. And your little friend Beat...as far as I'm concerned, he's a murderer, and if I ever see his face again, he'll wish I had given him the chair."
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Scene II - More Persuasion, and More Bad News
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Gum sat on her bed, hugging her legs to her, head on her knees. She hadn't moved for hours, and had been thinking only of her new husband all the while.
"Beat," Gum sighed, staring longingly out the window, "Where are you? My widdle Meaty Beaty (A/N: Sorry for taking that one, Jessi ^ ^)...my snooky wooky piece of pie..."
A loud knock jerked Gum from her thoughts, as the door opened to reveal a smirking Piranha.
"'Rahna! It's about time! Quick! Tell me what's up! Where's Beat? Is he OK? What's he doing? Is he hurt? Oh, God, he's hurt isn't he!? Oh, I knew it. What's wrong? Will he be alright? Oh, no, he's dying isn't he?" Gum's eyes were wide now, driven to such wild guesses only by Piranha's silence...
...But she couldn't keep it for long. She burst out laughing, making her way to the bed and taking a seat by Gum. "Take it easy, there, girl. "He's fine. Well, sort of. It's been a bad day...I'm surprised you haven't heard about it. But, seeing as you're totally clueless, I must say that my back is stilla bit sore..."
Gum sighed, her face retaining it's expression of worry as she moved behind her friend, starting on her back massage. "Better?"
"Much...ooh, a little to the left...ahh....there...."
Gum suddenly stopped, hopping off the bed and positioning herself so that she was face to face with her friend. "C'mon, no more beating around the bush, what happened?!"
Piranha hopped up off the bed. "Slate's dead," she said, nonplussed.
Gum recoiled a few steps, her hand going over her mouth. "Who...who did it?"
"......Beat......"
She shook her head slowly. "How...how could he do such a thing? He promised me..."
"It's not what you think, ya know. Slate shot Tab first. Beat got pissed, and killed Slate. Onishima...kinda...banned him for life from Verona-Cho. He's actually cutting Beat a break, though...I'm surprised he doesen't go after him with the tanks and dogs like he usually does."
"How can you say all this like it doesn't affect you, 'Rahna? This is terrible..."
She shrugged. "I feel bad and all, but I figure there's no use getting all weepy over it...like you are, for example."
"How can I not be? That's my husband!"
"Look, if it's that bad I'll go get him for you. He's hiding out at Father Garam's. Hope he hasn't tried any of Garam's special 'herbs'..."
Gum's eyes brightened as she locked her friend in a bearhug. "Oh Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou."
"Yeah, yeah," Piranha pushed her away, laughing. "No problem. You just stay here...and you might wanna fix yourself up a bit...on second thought, nevermind. You're probably gonna get a little pie...and we all know how messy that can be..."
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Scene III - Quit Yer Bellyachin'!
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The sun had just started to set on Verona-Cho when Father Garam returned to his tiny abode. He found Beat on the couch, staring vividly at his hand, a goofy expression on his face. "D..u..d...e..."
"Hey!" Garam yelled, kicking at the couch, "You been using my herbs?"
"Uh...n...no, I just...got kinda hungry and had a few of those brownies."
"Fool, I oughta...oh, nevermind. I just found out what Onishima's gonna do to you?"
"Death?"
"If he ever sees you again, yes. So basically, you better get the hell outta Dodge."
"Where's that?"
"Forget it. It just means you can't be here. Go set up shop in Mantua-Cho, or something. Just don't be here..."
"Banishment...wish he would've given me death. How can I bear to live without Gum...?"
"Oh, it's not that bad, kid. Look on the bright side..."
"There is no bright side! If you were me, you wouldn't try to be 'looking on the bright side'. I don't want to live if I can't be with Gum..."
"YO," a voice yelled from outside, "OPEN UP!"
Garam moved to the door, unlatching the seven locks and opening the door. "Well, hello there, cutie. Care for a brownie?"
"Uh, no thanks, candyman." Piranha said, rolling her eyes, "I'm here to see Beat. I've got a message from Gum."
Beat snapped out of his 'funk', looking up at Piranha. "Gum? What'd she say?"
"Well, it isn't exactly a message. She wants to see you."
"When?"
"Now."
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Scene IV - I SAID 'Disk is Cool! Now get your ass up and...marry him?'
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"That's it!" Clutch boomed, thrusting a finger up into the sky, Corona held in his other hand, "Alright! I've decided!"
"What is it, dear?" Jazz purred, wrapping her arms around him.
"No, not right now. I've no time for your womanish temptations! I'm on a roll! You've seen how broken up Gum is over Slate's death...they were very close friends after all."
"Yeah. So?"
"Well, what if we were to...set up Disk and Gum. I mean, Gum is crazy about Disk, right?"
"Ummm....well, actually.."
"RIGHT! As a matter of fact, I'll step it up a bit. Disk came in here and proposed to her just a day or two ago...and she accepted, didn't she?"
"She kicked him in the face, then shoved the ring into his nose...he can't get it out...surgery is in a week."
"Well, why didn't you say so? It's obvious that Gum's madly in love with Disk. I say we begin preparations for a wedding! Go tell Gum. I'm sure she'll be ecstatic."
"Uh, Clutchy," Jazz began, shifting her eyes, "...isn't this all a bit fast? I mean, they're a little too young, and you're a tad too drunk to be making major decisions right now."
"Pishposh!" Clutch shot back, taking another sip of his Corona, "Now go tell her. And hurry it up!"
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Scene V - I Would Sooner Marry My Husband!
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"Bird," Beat pointed up into a nearby tree.
"Plane," Gum pointed off into the distance.
"Ridiculous looking man in red and blue tights flying off to save the city from villains...oh, no, wait, that's a plane too..."
Beat and Gum stood on the balcony overlooking the city. They had been there for hours, simply gazing at the night sky, and at eachother...after they had had a little midnight snack of course...everyone loves pie.
"Oh...there's the sun. Did night pass already? It feels like you just got here."
"I know," Beat said softly, wrapping an arm around Gum, "How about we just pretend it's still night...?"
"Mmm...sounds good..."
"Yo, lovebirds!" Piranha peeked her head in, "you better act fast, cos Jazz is on the way up...I think she wants to talk to you!"
"Drat...Beat, you'd better go...be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you..."
"I will," he affirmed, swinging himself over the railing and down onto the grass below. "I love you," he called up to her, before he jumped the fence, hauling all sorts of ass down the street.
"Ah, Gum," Jazz called from the doorway, "just the girl I wanted to see. I've got some good news."
"Hm?" Gum turned, doing her best to put on an eager face, "good news?"
"Clutch just told me that you and Disk are to be married!"
"....You're joking, right?"
"No, he was pretty serious. He says that he sees past all of your little lovetaps and mindgames. He knows how much you love him."
"...I put him in the hospital three times..."
"Don't play coy," Jazz winked at her...she sounded a bit too happy.
"Are you kidding? I'd rather marry that murdering bastard Beat than Disk. There's no way I'll do it!"
"Nonsense!" Clutch practically yelled, stumbling into the room, Corona still in hand, "you'll marry Disk and that's that! I already woke him up and told him! He's already going to try on tux's!"
Gum rolled her eyes. "Figures."
"I've already set the date for this Thursday!"
"Thursday?!?"
"Thursday!"
"No way!" Gum yelled, pushing Clutch backwards, "Get out!"
"You can't hide your affection, *hiccup*, Gum! I know how much you love Disk!"
"OUT!"
Gum slammed the door shut on Clutch, turning to face Jazz and Piranha. "This is horrible...I can't marry Disk!"
"Well, why not?" Piranha asked, hands on her hips, "Disk is great! He's charming, he's witty...he's loaded."
Gum's eyes widened. "Now you're against me, too 'Rahna? Jazz?"
"I'd say 'go for it', sweetie. Piranha's right, Disk is a great catch."
"That's it! Both of you, get out! OUT!"
The two reluctantly began to make their way out, pushed on by Gum's constant yelling.
"OUT! OUT! OUT!"
She closed the door behind them again, turning and leaning against the door. She sank slowly to a sitting position, tears forming in her eyes. "Beat..."
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(A/N: ACT III DONE! YAYEEEE!)
