For the record, I can't remember what Brit and Meat were wearing, or exactly what was said, so I made it up (well okay, that's what you're supposed to do...I'm getting stupid in my old age...smacks self on head)
Sorry if this looks "patched together"--the bloody power supply keeps going out. Which means every paragraph is about 5 minutes apart, totally ruining some of my ideas. Not to mention deleting a bunch of stuff. Oh well. On with the show.
Mamma, ooh...
Gazz and Scara whirled around to see what the hell was happening. They expected to see the SPs or Commander Khashoggi. Instead they saw...well, the exact opposite.
Lurching towards them was a girl and some guy. Both were extremely weird looking, which made it obvious that they were no gaga clones. The girl, who was holding on to Scaramouche, was dressed in the tightest leather pants Galileo had ever seen. She had on a dark red and black corset, with dark red hair to match. She was heavily made up, and looked like she hadn't slept for days.
"Quick bitch," she started. "Where did your boyfriend get the words?"
Scara, who was pressed against a van, was taken aback. "What words? And what boyfriend?"
Then it was time for the man to speak up. Looking equally as weird, with a leather jacket and torn jeans. His hair was short and black, messy and spiked. He had Gazz penned down to the ground.
"The words, man! The words from the past. He calls you Scaramouche. Long Tall Sally, Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds, Honky Tonk Woman, Fat Bottomed Girls--they're all from the past, dude! You're both spies, breaking into the Heartbreak and stealing the scripts--"
He was interrupted by Scara. "First of all, I have no bloody idea what you're talking about. What are these 'scripts' and 'texts' and what's this 'Heartbreak' thing about?"
The girl took over. "That's not important. What's important is how does he know the words?" She was pointing at Gazz, who hadn't spoken at all since they showed up.
With everyone looking at him, waiting for an answer, it crossed his mind that he should say something. "What's so special about the words? They just pop in to my head, it's not like they're some sort of secret or something..." he stopped. If the words weren't some sort of secret, why would these odd people be questioning them? He continued in a smaller voice. "Is it?"
Not exactly responding to his question, the guy started to speak slowly. "You mean you just hear these things...in your head?"
"Yeah..." Didn't I say that already?
"And you don't know where they come from or what they mean...who are you, anyways?" His grip on Galileo was starting to get weaker.
"Why does everyone keep asking that? I don't know who I am! I am the walrus. This is major Tom to ground control. Can you hear the drums, Fernando? I am the Dancing Queen--ummmmph!" The man put covered his mouth with his hand before they could be overheard.
Walking over to the woman, he said in an excited whisper "He's the one! He's the Dreamer that we've been looking for all these years!"
She cut in. "Are yah sure Brit?" At least I know his name now. "Any clever little bugger coulda' found his way to the Heartbreak and see the scripts."
"Meat, of course it's him. We guard those scripts with our lives. Besides, he has no bloody idea what we're talking about. C'mon, I'll test him right now."
Test me? Galileo was thinking. That certainly doesn't sound good. What are they testing me for anyways? Am I diseased? Are--
"Hey, you, get over here," Brit was calling to Gazz. "And your chick, too."
Scaramouche, who had been quiet for WAY too long was, well, not ecstatic at being called that. "I'm sorry, his what? His chick? What am I know, poultry?"
Meat and Brit looked at her strangely but turned back to Galileo. Brit started with some karate moves, and then started to sing.
Mamma, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger now he's dead.
Mamma, life had just begun...
He stopped and pointed to Galileo. Might as well...He joined in.
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Brit turned to Meat, more excited still. "You see? He's the one! I knew we'd find him someday!" He turned back to Galileo. "Come with us. We need you."
"Not her," said Meat, pointing at Scaramouche. "We don't need her."
Excuse me? What about what we were in the middle of before you guys attacked us? Galileo for once stood up for something. "I'm not going without Scaramouche," he not-so-boldly stated. Actually, it was more of a question than a statement, truth be told.
"Fine, nothing really matters to me. Both of you can come then, come on," Brit turned to walk back.
"Wait!" Scara, who had, once again, been too quiet for too long. "Who are you guys anyway?"
Brit turned around, a grin on his face. "The last hope, baby."
Note: All thoughts are Gazz's unless it says otherwise (just because I can't go on with absolutely NONE of Scaramouche's thoughts). Sorry if it confused people before.