More Questions, We All Hate You, Madame Morrible and Guess What—It's Official We-All-Hate-Madame-Morrible-Dorothy-Boq-and-the-Wizard-Day
I raced down the stairs, calling, "Elphaba! Glinda! Fiyero! Nessarose! Boq! Dorothy! Wizard! Madame Morrible! Get ready for the next round of questioning!" They all looked at each other, groaned, and then all sat down in their previously assigned seats.
I grinned and said, "Hi!" Elphaba leaned away and, I cocked my head and then said, "Oh. See, I have a low tolerance for caffeine and I had hot chocolate. I like hot chocolate. It's so good—much better than coffee—coffee is icky. I also really like Barq's. It's Root Beer and it doesn't have as much caffeine. Nick says that if I have too much caffeine, I won't shut up." "Okay, moving on," Elphaba said calmly.
"Okay. Question time." I said, now somehow completely under control. "First question is also from darkgemwildcat and it is for Madame Morrible. I got a question for Horrible Morrible-o.k. Were you always ugly, or do you like, try to be extremely nasty looking, because you look like a fish, offense intended. I just really don't like you." Madame Morrible looked shocked and Elphaba said, "I'm really starting to think this darkgemwildcat person is kinda cool." I grinned and said, "I'll pass on the message to darkgemwildcat, okay, Elphaba?" She nodded. Madame Morrible growled and said, "I am completely offended. And the answer to that whole question is no." I glared at her and said, "Were you not paying attention? She said, and I quote, 'Offense intended.'"
Glinda snickered and I said, "Ooh, does anyone know what today is?" Nessa, Boq, Glinda, Fiyero, the Wizard, Dorothy, and Madame Morrible all shook their heads no. Elphaba shot up her hand and said, "I know, I know. Pick me. Pick me." "Elphaba," I said. Elphaba immediately and quickly said, "Well, it's not an official holiday—it's only honored by a certain group—the Haters of Madame Morrible-Boq-Dorothy-and-the-Wizard Club, otherwise known as the Glinda-Fiyero-Nessarose-Elphaba Supporters' Club—I personally don't really see the point of these hater holidays, but, anyway—that's beside the point—today is 'It's Official We-All-Hate-Madame-Morrible-Boq-Dorothy-and-the-Wizard Day'." I nodded. They—the ones whose names had been called—said, "We have our own haters' holiday?" "Yep," I said, "And, as Elphaba pointed out, there's a club—the Haters of Madame Morrible-Boq-Dorothy-and-the-Wizard Club. Anyone want to join?" Nessa shot up her hand and said, "Can Glinda, Fiyero, Elphaba and I join?" "Sure." I said. Then I added, " As Elphaba also pointed out earlier, in answering my question about today's holiday, it's also sort of known as the Glinda-Fiyero-Nessa-Elphaba Supporters' Club." The Wizard looked up at me and asked, "Can I join?" "Why?" I asked. "Because I hate myself for arranging my daughter's death and, if I could, I would have completely supported her." I shrugged and said, "Okay, fine, you can join, but don't expect a lot of love from anyone."
Turning, I said, "Elphaba, I dare you to tell the Wizard what a horrible father you really think he is—don't hold back your feelings, but please don't lose your voice." "Awesome," Elphaba said, grinning wickedly. Nessa smirked knowingly at her older sister, since she'd heard the rant before—apparently, it would be very similar to the rant Elphaba had given her adoptive father, Nessa's father.
Then she started screaming at the Wizard. "YOU ARE THE WORLD'S WORST FATHER! YOU ARRANGED MY OWN DEATH! YOU LET MADAME MORRIBLE SAY I'M WICKED, AND THEN YOU DON'T DO ANYTHING TO CHANGE PEOPLE'S OPINIONS OF ME, EVEN AFTER FINDING OUT I'M YOUR DAUGHTER! YOU WRECKED MY ENTIRE LIFE—INSTEAD OF HELPING ME, YOU BASICALLY LED OF ALL OZ INTO HATING ME!" Breaking off mid-thought, she turned to Glinda, and said, "I told you so. My father does hate me." Turning back to the Wizard she resumed her ranting. "YOU SAID, AND I QUOTE, 'EV'RYONE DESERVES THE CHANCE TO FLY!' AND THEN YOU TRY TO BRING ME DOWN! TALK ABOUT SENDING OPPOSITE MESSAGES! APPARENTLY, YOU THINK PEOPLE DESERVE THE CHANCE TO FLY ONLY IF THEY SUPPORT YOU! THAT IS SO UNFAIR, FATHER!" Turning to me, Elphaba said, "OK, I'm done now."
I grinned, and picking up a baseball bat, handed it to Nessa and said, "Yeah, since Boq, is in his Tinman form, and you'd hurt yourself trying to punch him or something, I'm gonna dare you to hit him over the head with this baseball bat." "Cool," Nessa said. Nessa just swung the bat and knocked Boq out cold. I looked at him and said, "Today is the only day that you can be violent, but only towards Boq, Horrible Morrible, I mean Madame Morrible, the Wizard, and Dorothy, and get away with it." Nessa, Glinda, Fiyero, and Elphaba all started snickering.
Turning to Dorothy, I sighed, and said, "Okay, when are you taking your how-to-steer-a-flying-house class?" "After this interview—I don't know why you made me sign up for it." she said. "So you don't crush more people, duh!" Nessa snarled. I grinned and said, "Thank you, Nessa, and Dorothy, answer the question before I let Nessa, Elphaba, and Glinda murder you." "Glinda's nice," she protested. "Yeah, well, Glinda, would you like to explain to Dorothy why you would want to murder her?" I asking, looking at the blonde. "You killed my bestest friend!" Glinda half-screamed at Dorothy. I shrugged and Dorothy said, "Well, I was supposed to sign up last week for the first set of lessons, but I missed the sign-ups, so I have to wait till the next set of sign-ups come up." "Good," I said. "Now sign up for that class," I ordered. "Goodbye," I added. Elphaba raised her eyebrows and I said, "Well, that was all the questions we had for this round." Glinda said, "I want more questions!" I grinned and turning away, said, "You heard her, readers! More questions! Click that button that says review and ask at least one question! Glinda will be happy and no one will get murdered. *cough* Dorothy *cough* So, yeah, click review button, and ask some questions!" Elphaba walked forward and said, "If you don't, my sister and I will magic-spell you."