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.