Explanatory Note
Meg: (runs into the room) I HATE TECHNOLOGY!
(Meg throws laptop against the wall, completely demolishing it)
Meg: (gasps for breath)
RAEB: WHY DID YOU DO THAT? The school's going to make you pay $2,000 dollars for that!
Meg: (composes herself, grinning like a maniac) I know.
RAEB: Don't you care?
Meg: At this point, no.
RAEB: Are you insane?
Meg: At this point, yes.
RAEB: I'm calling a mental doctor for you.
Meg: Go right ahead. I feel mental.
(RAEB runs out of room)
Meg: Dear readers, I have some really bad news: The release of the last two chapters in the saga of Rose McGeady have been postponed for an indefinite period of time.
Emma: Why?
Meg: (points to the remains of her laptop) I had the last chapter written up- it was the best I have ever written. It was marvelous; it was stupendous. I had the second to last chapter half-way completed as well (yes, I went backwards on the chapters). And what did I get for it? A crashed hard drive. When it was replaced, I discovered that everything I had written had been blasted into oblivion.
Emma: Oh. Sorry, Meg.
Meg: (still strangely calm) I also had a humorous play I wrote for my European History and Literature class about the medieval concept of werewolves on my laptop as well. I was planning on posting it in my profile for Halloween, but then that got lost, along with the rest of Rose's story.
Ratigan: (laughs triumphantly)
Meg: (still calm, but shooting glares at Ratigan) All I have to say is that I have made no effort to recreate the lost chapters as of yet. I will eventually, as soon as I get the heart to risk losing all of my work again. I also need to clear some things out of my schedule: cross-country (until November 5), some AP English work (which will probably never be cleared, but I need to finish certain assignments first), and family obligations.
Ratigan: I'VE WON!
Meg: Hey Wormtail, I'm calm right now. Give up and go home.
Ratigan: Wormtail? I'm not Peter Pettigrew.
Meg: You've read Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire?
Ratigan: I had to see what the big deal was with those books.
Meg: You're lucky I like your voice. I just fell in love with Edward Scissorhands because Vincent Price sounds so much like you did at that time in his life. Too bad he was only in three measly scenes.
Ratigan: Shouldn't you be working on AP English?
Meg: (frown) Just kill my leisure time, why don't you? Anyway, sorry everyone for my retarded piece of scrap metal. The next up date will be the last, I promise.