(TwystedFate): The characters have been complaining to me about the fact
that the other parodies were 10 chapters long and only up to Elephant Love
Medley. They wanted to..
Suddenly Christian bursts into the room, waving his arms
(Christian): Stop making progress! It's too long! Too much progress! Stop! Don't you ever get writer's block?
(TwystedFate): Err..not a lot. Not lately, at least.
(Christian): Oh.
Satine walks in, wobbling on her feet
(Satine): I'm tired. Fainting on cue so many times a day can make you tired.
Christian grins at Satine
(Christian): Could you faint on cue into my arms?
Satine drops dramatically into Christian's arms
Christian smiles evilly
Everyone laughs slowly
(TwystedFate): Ooer..anyway. Because of the progress (or lack thereof) I have been asked to go slowly and pretend that I have a social life.
(Satine): A social life? You? Hahaha..
TwystedFate glares and adjusts her glasses
(TwystedFate): Yes. Yes, a social life. Something I don't have, but Christian would like me to pretend I have.
(Zidler): I come bearing gin!
(All): Gin!
Christian tackles Zidler and begins to sock him
(Christian): Gin. Gin. Gin.
Satine gapes and produces a bottle of gin
(Satine): Christian! Look! Gin!
(Christian): Gin!
(Satine): Do you want it?
Christian nods
(Satine): Then go get it!
Satine throws the gin out the window
Christian jumps after it
(Duke): Satine! I've caught you alone!
The duke has one arm around Satine when Christian climbs into the window, the gin bottle in his teeth
(Christian): I Cabt Da Gyn
(Satine): What?
Satine takes the gin out of his mouth and helps him into the room
(Christian): I said, I caught the gin
(Duke): Can't you leave us alone for five minutes, Christian? This isn't even staged and you're hounding her!
(Christian): She hates you! You're ugly! Go shave, you freak!
The duke opens and shuts his mouth and leaves the room
Everyone stares
TwystedFate falls onto the floor laughing
(TwystedFate): This is great! Hahaha!
(Satine): Glad someone's amused.
(TwystedFate): What is that supposed to mean?
Satine glares at TwystedFate
TwystedFate glares at Satine
(Christian): Ladies, ladies, can't we all just get along
(Satine and TwystedFate in unison): No!
Christian backs away
(Christian): Alright..no messing with PMS.
(Satine): And I am NOT PMSING!
(TwystedFate): Neither am I!
Christian walks to the bed and sits down
(Christian): Twyst, come here..away from her..and sit..away from her. FAR away from her. Please. Before you kill each other.
TwystedFate sits next to Christian and stares at Satine
Satine glowers and flounces across the room
(Satine): Stupid left handed blonde with glasses and braces.
(TwystedFate): Well you're a..pretty left handed redhead with no flaws..darn it.
Satine laughs
(Satine): See? You have no leg to stand on.
TwystedFate growls and stands to maul Satine
Christian grapples for her arm and holds her back
TwystedFate strains against him to no avail
Satine walks into the corner
(Satine): Bring it on! Try it! I dare you! Ooer!
Everyone wheels to see the Duke standing in the doorway, without his moustache
(TwystedFate, amazed): You actually shaved?
(Duke): Yes. Isn't it good?
(Christian, to TwystedFate's ear): Goddamn without that moustache he's almost manly.
TwystedFate chuckles dryly
(Satine): Maybe we should get back to the story..
(TwystedFate): But I thought you wanted me to stall!
(Satine): You've stalled. Let's get this show on the road people. Get Sugarbottom a fake moustache and let's get going!
(Duke): But I feel like a free man without it!
(Satine): Too bad.
Satine slaps a fake moustache onto Duke's face
Duke faints
(TwystedFate): Err..okay then. I'll go write Come What May parody style and then we'll go for chapter twelve.
A/N: I feel accomplished. End. :)
Suddenly Christian bursts into the room, waving his arms
(Christian): Stop making progress! It's too long! Too much progress! Stop! Don't you ever get writer's block?
(TwystedFate): Err..not a lot. Not lately, at least.
(Christian): Oh.
Satine walks in, wobbling on her feet
(Satine): I'm tired. Fainting on cue so many times a day can make you tired.
Christian grins at Satine
(Christian): Could you faint on cue into my arms?
Satine drops dramatically into Christian's arms
Christian smiles evilly
Everyone laughs slowly
(TwystedFate): Ooer..anyway. Because of the progress (or lack thereof) I have been asked to go slowly and pretend that I have a social life.
(Satine): A social life? You? Hahaha..
TwystedFate glares and adjusts her glasses
(TwystedFate): Yes. Yes, a social life. Something I don't have, but Christian would like me to pretend I have.
(Zidler): I come bearing gin!
(All): Gin!
Christian tackles Zidler and begins to sock him
(Christian): Gin. Gin. Gin.
Satine gapes and produces a bottle of gin
(Satine): Christian! Look! Gin!
(Christian): Gin!
(Satine): Do you want it?
Christian nods
(Satine): Then go get it!
Satine throws the gin out the window
Christian jumps after it
(Duke): Satine! I've caught you alone!
The duke has one arm around Satine when Christian climbs into the window, the gin bottle in his teeth
(Christian): I Cabt Da Gyn
(Satine): What?
Satine takes the gin out of his mouth and helps him into the room
(Christian): I said, I caught the gin
(Duke): Can't you leave us alone for five minutes, Christian? This isn't even staged and you're hounding her!
(Christian): She hates you! You're ugly! Go shave, you freak!
The duke opens and shuts his mouth and leaves the room
Everyone stares
TwystedFate falls onto the floor laughing
(TwystedFate): This is great! Hahaha!
(Satine): Glad someone's amused.
(TwystedFate): What is that supposed to mean?
Satine glares at TwystedFate
TwystedFate glares at Satine
(Christian): Ladies, ladies, can't we all just get along
(Satine and TwystedFate in unison): No!
Christian backs away
(Christian): Alright..no messing with PMS.
(Satine): And I am NOT PMSING!
(TwystedFate): Neither am I!
Christian walks to the bed and sits down
(Christian): Twyst, come here..away from her..and sit..away from her. FAR away from her. Please. Before you kill each other.
TwystedFate sits next to Christian and stares at Satine
Satine glowers and flounces across the room
(Satine): Stupid left handed blonde with glasses and braces.
(TwystedFate): Well you're a..pretty left handed redhead with no flaws..darn it.
Satine laughs
(Satine): See? You have no leg to stand on.
TwystedFate growls and stands to maul Satine
Christian grapples for her arm and holds her back
TwystedFate strains against him to no avail
Satine walks into the corner
(Satine): Bring it on! Try it! I dare you! Ooer!
Everyone wheels to see the Duke standing in the doorway, without his moustache
(TwystedFate, amazed): You actually shaved?
(Duke): Yes. Isn't it good?
(Christian, to TwystedFate's ear): Goddamn without that moustache he's almost manly.
TwystedFate chuckles dryly
(Satine): Maybe we should get back to the story..
(TwystedFate): But I thought you wanted me to stall!
(Satine): You've stalled. Let's get this show on the road people. Get Sugarbottom a fake moustache and let's get going!
(Duke): But I feel like a free man without it!
(Satine): Too bad.
Satine slaps a fake moustache onto Duke's face
Duke faints
(TwystedFate): Err..okay then. I'll go write Come What May parody style and then we'll go for chapter twelve.
A/N: I feel accomplished. End. :)
