"So, do I get to meet MY other half?" Mark asked Em0 Roger.
Em0 Roger shrugged. "How should I know?"
Mark sighed. "I'm going to kill Mari for this . . . you just wait."
At that moment, Dirty Mimi and Roger returned from their play in the other room.
"What happened?" Em0 Roger smirked, "Run out of batteries?"
"Those are long-lasting glow-in-the-dark condoms, Roger," Em0 Mimi reminded him. "Remember? We used them a few days ago. And I couldn't sleep because you were GLOWING all night long."
"Oh yeah," Em0 Roger laughed, a pleasant smile coming over his face.
Dirty Mimi plopped down beside Em0 Mimi. "So, how far along are you?" she asked her.
"Six months," Em0 Mimi replied, proudly.
"Boy or girl?"
"Girl," she beamed. "We're calling her Jaylynn."
"That's pretty- Roger, we should name OUR baby that too!"
"All in due time, all in due time," Dirty Roger repeated.
"Lucy! I'm home!" called out another voice.
"Oh Christ," Em0 Roger grumbled.
"I see you enjoyed Mari and I's little gifts. You DO know that those serve other purposes besides playing Hot Potato, right?"
"We know," Dirty Roger assured her. "We use them for different things when we're in different moods."
Jan paused for replying. "Right. Anyway, Mari and I were talking, and we decided to stir things up a bit here- you know, get some excitement going on?"
"You're saying there isn't any excitement going on right now?" Em0 Roger asked, amused.
"You call playing with condoms excitement? You've got a lot to learn, my friend."
"What kind of excitement?" Dirty Mimi spoke up, curiously.
"We've decided to make things a little more fun- we're going to assign you each tasks, and have the six of you cooped up in here together, living on nothing but olives and Saltine crackers. You'll vote someone off each half an hour- how does that sound?"
"It sounds like a real crock of shit!" Em0 Roger snapped.
"Watch it, Davis. You may not be MY Roger, but I can still control you."
"Fuck you," Em0 Roger said, lamely.
"Get some more sufficient condoms, pretty boy, and you're on your way!"
Em0 Roger looked helplessly at Dirty Roger and Mark, shaking his head.
"Can't you give us some more information than that?" Jackie pleaded.
"Sorry, Jacks. The tribe has spoken." And the voice faded away.
"Shit," grumbled both of the Rogers.
"On second thought, maybe I'll give you a little help- in approximately five seconds, pigeons will fly up from the sidewalk and out of your fireplace. Go!" A finger snapped and the voice faded again.
Suddenly, tons of pigeons began to shoot from the fireplace, squawking obnoxiously.
"Shit!" screeched both of the Mimi's as they slapped the birds out of their hair.
Jackie and Mark ducked, leaving the two Rogers there to save the day.
Em0 Roger turned to Dirty Roger. "The dried rice?"
"YES, YES! Now you've got it, my pretties! Take the rice, kill the pigeons! Die, pigeons, DIE! Fly-fly!"
"She get weirder every chapter," mumbled Dirty Roger, as he spread the dried rice on the floor.
The birds pecked at the rice, and one by one, they all began to explode, all the carnage fading away.
"Well," Dirty Mimi said, quietly, "At least we won't have to clean up the mess."
Em0 Roger walked over to her and put her hands on her hips.
"HEY!" barked Em0 Mimi.
Emo Roger blushed. "Oops, sorry."
"I bet you like her more 'cause she's not fat," huffed Em0 Mimi.
Em0 Roger sighed, helplessly.
"Anyone hungry?" asked Dirty Roger, handing around the olives and the crackers.
"I've lost my appetite," Dirty Mimi said.
"Well, I haven't. I'm pregnant, therefore I'm entitled to eat anything I damn will please!" Em0 Mimi said, snatching the box of crackers away from Dirty Roger.
"I'm bored," Mark said to Jackie. "Hey, Roger, got anymore condoms left? Me and Jackie could use them," he joked.
"Marky? Getting scoring in bed?" Em0 Mimi teased.
"That'll be the day."
"SHUT UP,JAN!" they all shouted.
"Christ on a cracker. Tough crowd."
Em0 Roger shrugged. "How should I know?"
Mark sighed. "I'm going to kill Mari for this . . . you just wait."
At that moment, Dirty Mimi and Roger returned from their play in the other room.
"What happened?" Em0 Roger smirked, "Run out of batteries?"
"Those are long-lasting glow-in-the-dark condoms, Roger," Em0 Mimi reminded him. "Remember? We used them a few days ago. And I couldn't sleep because you were GLOWING all night long."
"Oh yeah," Em0 Roger laughed, a pleasant smile coming over his face.
Dirty Mimi plopped down beside Em0 Mimi. "So, how far along are you?" she asked her.
"Six months," Em0 Mimi replied, proudly.
"Boy or girl?"
"Girl," she beamed. "We're calling her Jaylynn."
"That's pretty- Roger, we should name OUR baby that too!"
"All in due time, all in due time," Dirty Roger repeated.
"Lucy! I'm home!" called out another voice.
"Oh Christ," Em0 Roger grumbled.
"I see you enjoyed Mari and I's little gifts. You DO know that those serve other purposes besides playing Hot Potato, right?"
"We know," Dirty Roger assured her. "We use them for different things when we're in different moods."
Jan paused for replying. "Right. Anyway, Mari and I were talking, and we decided to stir things up a bit here- you know, get some excitement going on?"
"You're saying there isn't any excitement going on right now?" Em0 Roger asked, amused.
"You call playing with condoms excitement? You've got a lot to learn, my friend."
"What kind of excitement?" Dirty Mimi spoke up, curiously.
"We've decided to make things a little more fun- we're going to assign you each tasks, and have the six of you cooped up in here together, living on nothing but olives and Saltine crackers. You'll vote someone off each half an hour- how does that sound?"
"It sounds like a real crock of shit!" Em0 Roger snapped.
"Watch it, Davis. You may not be MY Roger, but I can still control you."
"Fuck you," Em0 Roger said, lamely.
"Get some more sufficient condoms, pretty boy, and you're on your way!"
Em0 Roger looked helplessly at Dirty Roger and Mark, shaking his head.
"Can't you give us some more information than that?" Jackie pleaded.
"Sorry, Jacks. The tribe has spoken." And the voice faded away.
"Shit," grumbled both of the Rogers.
"On second thought, maybe I'll give you a little help- in approximately five seconds, pigeons will fly up from the sidewalk and out of your fireplace. Go!" A finger snapped and the voice faded again.
Suddenly, tons of pigeons began to shoot from the fireplace, squawking obnoxiously.
"Shit!" screeched both of the Mimi's as they slapped the birds out of their hair.
Jackie and Mark ducked, leaving the two Rogers there to save the day.
Em0 Roger turned to Dirty Roger. "The dried rice?"
"YES, YES! Now you've got it, my pretties! Take the rice, kill the pigeons! Die, pigeons, DIE! Fly-fly!"
"She get weirder every chapter," mumbled Dirty Roger, as he spread the dried rice on the floor.
The birds pecked at the rice, and one by one, they all began to explode, all the carnage fading away.
"Well," Dirty Mimi said, quietly, "At least we won't have to clean up the mess."
Em0 Roger walked over to her and put her hands on her hips.
"HEY!" barked Em0 Mimi.
Emo Roger blushed. "Oops, sorry."
"I bet you like her more 'cause she's not fat," huffed Em0 Mimi.
Em0 Roger sighed, helplessly.
"Anyone hungry?" asked Dirty Roger, handing around the olives and the crackers.
"I've lost my appetite," Dirty Mimi said.
"Well, I haven't. I'm pregnant, therefore I'm entitled to eat anything I damn will please!" Em0 Mimi said, snatching the box of crackers away from Dirty Roger.
"I'm bored," Mark said to Jackie. "Hey, Roger, got anymore condoms left? Me and Jackie could use them," he joked.
"Marky? Getting scoring in bed?" Em0 Mimi teased.
"That'll be the day."
"SHUT UP,JAN!" they all shouted.
"Christ on a cracker. Tough crowd."