I'm not particularly proud of this chapter, and it's pretty short, but it's better than nothing. Inspired yet again by Jude's wacky illusions about RENT. This is how this story came to be...

Me: Jude. I need you to choose one of these names (hands her list of RENT characters)

Jude: Okay, let's see. Collins is already a volleyball. (scratches Collins out) Angel? Angel sounds so corny, with those little wings… so she can be a cheeeeeeeese. (draws a cheese with wings)

Me: (completely collapse into hysterical laughter, ends up crying)

Jude: (Finally picks Squeegee Man)

I do not own anything here. I apologize if I misspelled avidazing.

Anyway. Read. Review. Thou knowest the drill.

Chapter Three:

The Squeegee Man's Squeegee, Mr. Squeegee.

It was a day like any other day. I was looking up random words in my German-Spanish dictionary when in walked the Squeegee Man. He had a squeegee.

I looked at him angrily. 'Can't you read?' I demanded, pointing to the sign that read 'NO SQUEEGEES!'

'But…' his eyes filled with tears. 'Mr. Squeegee!' He petted his squeegee, Mr. Squeegee, lovingly. I grabbed Mr. Squeegee from his arms and threw it out the window, where it was promptly eaten by a pigeon with rabies, who flew to New York and regurgitated it while flying over the Life Café, where Angel Dumott-Shunard happened to be leaving. Mr. Squeegee hit Angel on the head and, with its magical powers, turned her into a cheese. With wings!

'You killed Mr. Squeegee!' the Squeegee Man cried. 'You must die!'

'You can't kill me because I already stabbed myself with a ketchup bottle,' I informed him calmly. 'Did you know that avidazing means adios?'

'I MUST AVENGE- no kidding? Adios?'

That was the day the Squeegee man gave up being a squeegee man to become a German-Spanish translator. Meanwhile, in New York, Collins found Angel on the floor outside the café and ate her. And that is how Angel really died.