A/N: I am bored. What does this have to do with anything? Nothing, except
for the fact that because of this I am going to write chapter too. Feel
free to flame, fire is fun.
When we last left these..people..they were..standing. But it looked very..good. Let us watch them stand well.
(Christian): Could you perhaps repeat that?
(Toulouse): Err..okay. That seemingly narcoleptic man is with me. We were upstairs. Rehearsing.
(Christian): Rehearsing? Rehearsing WHAT?
(Toulouse): A play. At least, that is what Satie calls it. I call it a load of garbage..but I am not at liberty to say so.
Christian cocks an eyebrow
(Christian): Really?
(Toulouse): Why, yes.
(Christian): (slowly) O..kay.
Three Bohemians appear in the hole in the ceiling
(Satie): This is not good..now that the seemingly narcoleptic man is unconscious, I cannot finish working on the play.
Toulouse looks hopefully at Christian
(Christian): You have got to be kidding me. There is no way I am going to get involved with..say..is that Absinthe?
Toulouse nods.
(Christian): I will do it!
A few seconds later we see Christian seated on a ladder in the room of the Bohos
(Audrey): The hills..
(Satie): Why do they have to be hills? Why cannot this be set in a casino?
(The Doctor): Yes, a casino!
Christian appears confused
(Christian): If this is set in a casino, then please explain why I am wear lederhosen.
(Toulouse): Because it looks good on you.
Christian appears pleased as he looks himself over
(Christian): Really?
Everyone nods.
(Christian): (egotistically): Alright then. So what happens in the casino?
Just as Satie is about to respond, Audrey has a conniption
(Audrey): SPAZ.
Audrey falls over in the doorway.
The doctor shoves her..him..it out and shuts the door.
(Toulouse): Well..now we need a new writer.
Everyone blinks
(Satie): Where are we going to get one of those? They are quite expensive.
Christian hops up and down and waves.
(The doctor): Writers R Us is out..I have already called.
(Toulouse): *Beep*
Christian hops off of the ladder and jumps up and down in front of everyone
(Christian): I can do I! Pick me! Me! Look at me!
(Toulouse): Did you hear something, Satie?
(Satie): No, I do not think I did.
Christian grabs the doctor by the ruff of his shirt
(Christian): I. Will. Write. For. You.
(The doctor): We have a writer!
Everyone cheers
(Toulouse): But wait! Have you received any parental warnings?
(Christian): You think I listen to my father?
(Toulouse): No.
(Christian): There you go.
(Satie): Please sign this permission slip, waver, and of course we expect monthly dues paid..
Toulouse cuts him off
(Toulouse): No we do not..but how will we persuade Zidler to take you instead of Audrey?
Everyone gapes at Christian
(Christian): Zidler? What kind of a name is Zidler?
(The doctor): I asked him that..see this scar?
(Christian) (frightened): Oh..then I will not ask.
(The doctor): Good.
(Toulouse): I have a very random plan that would only work in certain low budget films!
(Everyone): Ooo! Let us hear it!
(Toulouse): We take Christian..
(Christian): How did you get my name? I never told you my name!
(Toulouse): That is not important. Anyway, we take Christian here to the Moulin Rouge and parade him like a dog in front of Satine. She will look at his..Leiderhozen
(Christian): Must I wear the lederhosen?
(Toulouse): Fine. She will look at his cheap suit and he will tell her he wants to read her some poetry and she will say yes, right?
(Christian): Is there no plan B?
(Everyone, in unison): No.
(Christian): Fine, I will do it.
Toulouse hands Christian several folded bills of money
(Toulouse): Good man. We will do it tonight.
A/N: I am tired. I am going to sit here and blink for awhile, but here it is. Just for you.
When we last left these..people..they were..standing. But it looked very..good. Let us watch them stand well.
(Christian): Could you perhaps repeat that?
(Toulouse): Err..okay. That seemingly narcoleptic man is with me. We were upstairs. Rehearsing.
(Christian): Rehearsing? Rehearsing WHAT?
(Toulouse): A play. At least, that is what Satie calls it. I call it a load of garbage..but I am not at liberty to say so.
Christian cocks an eyebrow
(Christian): Really?
(Toulouse): Why, yes.
(Christian): (slowly) O..kay.
Three Bohemians appear in the hole in the ceiling
(Satie): This is not good..now that the seemingly narcoleptic man is unconscious, I cannot finish working on the play.
Toulouse looks hopefully at Christian
(Christian): You have got to be kidding me. There is no way I am going to get involved with..say..is that Absinthe?
Toulouse nods.
(Christian): I will do it!
A few seconds later we see Christian seated on a ladder in the room of the Bohos
(Audrey): The hills..
(Satie): Why do they have to be hills? Why cannot this be set in a casino?
(The Doctor): Yes, a casino!
Christian appears confused
(Christian): If this is set in a casino, then please explain why I am wear lederhosen.
(Toulouse): Because it looks good on you.
Christian appears pleased as he looks himself over
(Christian): Really?
Everyone nods.
(Christian): (egotistically): Alright then. So what happens in the casino?
Just as Satie is about to respond, Audrey has a conniption
(Audrey): SPAZ.
Audrey falls over in the doorway.
The doctor shoves her..him..it out and shuts the door.
(Toulouse): Well..now we need a new writer.
Everyone blinks
(Satie): Where are we going to get one of those? They are quite expensive.
Christian hops up and down and waves.
(The doctor): Writers R Us is out..I have already called.
(Toulouse): *Beep*
Christian hops off of the ladder and jumps up and down in front of everyone
(Christian): I can do I! Pick me! Me! Look at me!
(Toulouse): Did you hear something, Satie?
(Satie): No, I do not think I did.
Christian grabs the doctor by the ruff of his shirt
(Christian): I. Will. Write. For. You.
(The doctor): We have a writer!
Everyone cheers
(Toulouse): But wait! Have you received any parental warnings?
(Christian): You think I listen to my father?
(Toulouse): No.
(Christian): There you go.
(Satie): Please sign this permission slip, waver, and of course we expect monthly dues paid..
Toulouse cuts him off
(Toulouse): No we do not..but how will we persuade Zidler to take you instead of Audrey?
Everyone gapes at Christian
(Christian): Zidler? What kind of a name is Zidler?
(The doctor): I asked him that..see this scar?
(Christian) (frightened): Oh..then I will not ask.
(The doctor): Good.
(Toulouse): I have a very random plan that would only work in certain low budget films!
(Everyone): Ooo! Let us hear it!
(Toulouse): We take Christian..
(Christian): How did you get my name? I never told you my name!
(Toulouse): That is not important. Anyway, we take Christian here to the Moulin Rouge and parade him like a dog in front of Satine. She will look at his..Leiderhozen
(Christian): Must I wear the lederhosen?
(Toulouse): Fine. She will look at his cheap suit and he will tell her he wants to read her some poetry and she will say yes, right?
(Christian): Is there no plan B?
(Everyone, in unison): No.
(Christian): Fine, I will do it.
Toulouse hands Christian several folded bills of money
(Toulouse): Good man. We will do it tonight.
A/N: I am tired. I am going to sit here and blink for awhile, but here it is. Just for you.
