Room 345
Courfeyrac: Hey guys... what's this?
Joly: What? Dat big black box?
Courfeyrac: Yeah...
Combeferre: Oh that! Megan told me, I believe its called a telly-vision or something of the sort...
Enjolras: What does it do?
Combeferre: Well its a sort of form of entertainment. Its like a novel come to life for people to see.... or at least that's what I get from it...
Jehan: Well how do you turn it on?
Courfeyrac: *holding up remote* Maybe.... *turns it on*
All: Oooooh...
Some Guy On TV: It'll make your brights brighter!
Enjolras: GASP! Will it make my reds redder?
Courfeyrac: *unknowingly changes channel*
Jehan: Whoah! It changed!
Some Lady on TV: Justin! I thought you loved me! *sniffle*
Joly: Dis is stupid
Courfeyrac: Gotta agree with you there... I hit this button and it changed so maybe... *changes channel again*
Some Guy on TV: The aliens are coming! The aliens are coming!
Jehan: Aliens?
Combeferre: That's ridiculous
Courfeyrac: *changes channel again*
Some Guy on TV: Aaaand now, here's the newest pop sensation...... Christina Aguliera!!!!
Joly: What is... pop?
Enjolras: I have no idea
Christina Aguliera: *singing some random song in a skimpy outfit with racy dance moves*
Amis: O.O
Enjolras: What is this?!?! This-this-this-this... EVIL!?!?!
*a few minutes later after a particularly racy move*
Amis: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Jehan: Quick! How do you turn this thing off!?!
Joly: Courfeyrac! Where's dat rebote tig??
Courfeyrac: I CAN'T FIND IT!!!
Amis: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Enjolras: WE HAVE TO GET RID OF THIS!!!
Courfeyrac: LET'S THROW SOMETHING AT IT!!!
Combeferre: Couldn't we just-
Enjolras: *throws a clock radio at the tv*
Joly: *throws a lamp*
Jehan: *throws a suitcase*
Courfeyrac: *throws Joly's medical book*
Combeferre: Eh, if you can't beat 'em *throws the garbage pail*
*a few minutes later, after most of the furniture has been thrown at the t.v., it sizzles and breaks*
Enjolras: Good work, men!
Courfeyrac: Yay! The evil is gone!
Combeferre/Jehan/Joly: Yaaaaay!
Enjolras: Now, go to bed, we've got a schizophernic, sugar-addict, genius, confused guy, idiot, and two fops to deal with tomorrow.
Combeferre: Six fops, if you include Pontmercy and Cosette and that couple from the other musical.
Joly: Yeah, add all the nutjobs frob our owd busical
Enjolras: So go to bed