A/N: Hello once more. Here I am updating. It took awhile because my internet wasn't working. Curse you internet!

Eponine: Kat!

Kat: What?

Eponine: Why can't I play Janet?

Kat: A: You don't look the part. B: You can't sing the part. C: You'd spend the entire time flirting with Marius.

Eponine: So?

Kat: So...it would make the entire production more than a little bit awkward.

Eponine: Fine. Well can I at least sing Science Fiction Double Feature?

Kat: Why?

Eponine: It's my song.

Kat: Since when?

Eponine: Since I said so.

Kat: That's a stupid comeback.

Eponine: I don't care. Can I?

Kat: No. I am.

Eponine: Why you?

Kat: Well, we wanted to get Richard O'Brien to do it, but I still can't violate my restraining order, so that makes it kind of hard.

Eponine: Who's we?

Kat: Me.

Eponine: Why say 'we'?

Kat: It makes me sound important.

Eponine: It makes you sound stupid.

Kat: That's what you think.

Eponine: Yes it is. (Begins to leave, but then remembers something and turns around.) You can take your show and stick it up your ass.

(Cosette overhears.)

Cosette: (To Kat) How dare you make this unfortunate young thing use such foul language?

Kat: Me? I didn't force anyone to do anything. (Pause) Yet.

Cosette: You ought to be ashamed of yourself. You are a very sinful person.

Kat: (flirtatiously) You have no idea.

(Cosette's face adapts a look of pure horror. She escapes.)

Eponine: What the hell was that for?

Kat: Do you think I would dote on that bubbly, happy, creepy, girl without some point and purpose? I would not have touched her with my hand...

Eponine: What?

Kat: Medea.

Eponine: What's that?

Kat: A Greek tragedy. Those silly Greeks.

Eponine: Indeed. I'm still not doing the show.

Kat: (Gets an idea. Gasp!) Will you at least look at the costume and set designs before you make your final decision?

Eponine: Fine.

( Kat leads Eponine to a room full of costume and set design sketches.)

Eponine: I can't wait to start.

(She bounds away.)

Kat: (chortles.) And my mother said I wouldn't learn anything by listening to the commentary.

Javert: (Enraged): KAT!

Kat: Oh shit. Yes Javert?

Javert: (Thrusts his costume sketch into Kat's face.) Look at this.

Kat: I see it.

Javert: How could you let someone draw this? This must be some cruel, sick joke! You can't expect me to wear this. I'd look like a common whore.

Kat: I drew it. In this world I have artistic talents. I do, and you will. And, that's the point.

Javert: What's the point?

Kat: You looking like a whore.

Javert: But why? Why would someone actually degrade themselves like this?

Kat: For fun.

Javert: This isn't my idea of fun. This is terrible. This is lawless. I don't understand.

Kat: You better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone, oh the time's they are a-changin'.

Javert: That's improper grammar.

Kat: Listen, Javvy, darling-

Javert: I draw the line at terms of endearment.

Kat: Listen the fuck up, you old son of a bitch.

Javert: Yes?

Kat: (Kat is having trouble explaining this to Javert.) Some modern people enjoy this sort of thing.

Javert: Like who?

Kat.: Well...there's me.

Javert: Who else?

Kat: I have a few friends who do.

Javert: A few?

Kat: Yeah. But there's tons of us on the internet.

Javert: I'm not going to do this.

Kat: Yes you are.

Javert: You can't make me.

Kat: Do you by any chance remember my Christmas party.

Javert: Up until I got some punch.

Kat: (grins) Would you like these to hit the streets. (Shows some photos to Javert.)

Javert: Is that me?

Kat: Yup.

Javert: And that's...oh, I'm going to be sick.

Kat: So. How do you feel about doing this?

Javert: This is blackmail.

Kat: (chuckles) It sure is.

Javert: I really hate you. You know that?

Kat: I do indeed.

A/N: Now that the Mizzies have aired their grievances, we'll start preforming next chapter.