I.
"You're pretty…" Lingeeky mentioned to Colette.
"What of it?" She asked in her insufferable, completely forced French accent.
"You've got a big nose." the obviously gay thirty-something, American-sounding man told her. "Wee. You've got a big nose." He poked at it continuously. "Pokey, pokey…"
"… pokey pokey pokey pokey pokey pokey pokey pokey pokey pokey pokey pokey…"
Colette snapped his finger in two.
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Outside on a large roof of windows…
"Ninety-nine bottles of wine on the wall. Hic!" Remi sang nonsensically, waving a small cap full of cherry-flavored alcohol in the air. "Ninety-nine bottles of wine; hic! You take a grape down, pass it around," he started slipping sideways. "ninety-nine bottles of wine
Straight from the crappin' vine!" Remi fell through a half-opened window panel.
Lingeeky caught sight of the rat slipping into a large cooking pot of soup and plunged his still fully-sleeved arm into the boiling liquid to fish him out. Then being the total genius that he never was, he slipped a sly look from side-to-side and stuck the rat into his pants.
When Colette saw him she looked down and turned wide-eyed as a wet spot appeared in a very good place just below his waist. The man poked at his big nose and bolted out of the door. Outside at night the rats eye's opened and he thought he saw his deceased idol.
"Big-gusto?" Remi slurred.
"No," Lingeeky placed his finger to the rat's stomach and pushed down on it. "It's me."
"Me who?" Soup shot up, clearing his airways.
"Your savior…"
"What's your name?" A dreamy quality entered Remi's brown eyes.
"Nose-zilla."
This only increased the drunken stupor the would-be-rat-chef was experiencing.
"You're my savior?"
"Wee. Wee." the man with the big nose said as he turned to the waterway and aimed up.
"What'cha doin'?" Remi asked stupidly.
"Weein'."
"Wicked."
To be continued…