*The following is a transcript of Bluey meeting Mr MacPhisto for five minutes in his dressing room.*
Bluey: *Opens the door, walks in, closes it on her coat.* Oh... oh dear, just one second. *She tugs at coat, with no progress, she tugs a little harder and coat is freed, sending her crashing to the ground* Ow, I'm okay... really... *She stands up and stares in at "Garth from Wayne's World" way, just staring at the shiny devil sitting in front of the mirror who as the mintues goes by, starts to look concerned*
MacPhisto: Hello? What is your name dear?
Bluey: What?
MacPhisto: Your name?
Bluey: Uhh... can I get back to you on that? OH! OH! I know! *She digs through her coat, her shaking hands send the contents of her pockets on the floor... pennies, a half eaten cookie, recipts, a parking ticket, keys, anti-psychotic drugs... She finally pulls out a ratty wallet made of duct tape and takes her driver's licence out.* Okay... my name is... Jennifer. Apperantly. *She fidgits* What is your name? *Slaps her forehead* Oh, sorry I know your name! You're Mr... MacPhisto... *Her voice trails off and she blushes deeply, not knowing where to look. MacPhisto looks at her wallet with morbid curiosity.*
MacPhisto: What sort of wallet is that?
Bluey: Oh, duct tape. I made it out of duct tape at home once when I was bored... it's almost two years old, I can make one for you if you want *She is just rambling now, and MacPhisto watches her with a raised eyebrow* I like duct tape... yeah, I was in a play once and wore a dress made out of duct tape and fringe and it was really warm under the lights and then I got some kind of freaky rash after, so I only wore it a couple of times... Uhh, you look pretty hot under the lights, I mean..*She closes her eyes and MacPhisto starts to call security on the mirrored phone* I mean, the jacket must be really you know.. warm. Yeah. It's nice, I like your jacket but not as much as your shoes, your shoes are very nice. *Big awkward silence*
MacPhisto: Thank you...
Bluey: Really? I'm sorry, I'm kind of nervous and when I get nervous I talk a lot and then I start to ramble and... stuff. *She realizes her five minutes are now nearly over and she makes a last ditch attempt...* HEY! Do you wanna go out for a coffee sometime?
MacPhisto: I don't drink coffee...
Bluey: Oh, well by coffee I just meant.. anything, I mean you don't even have to have coffee to have coffee you just have to be holding a beverage of some kind... any kind of beverage and talk about things or just...stare, maybe. You're very shiny. And pretty. Yes. Shiny, pretty, coffee. If you take three things away fromt this conversation it should be those three points, shiny, pretty, coffee...
MacPhisto: *Backing up in his chair* That's nice dear... I think your time is nearly up, isn't it?
Bluey: Oh... really *Almost cries* Well, umm, lemme leave you my number in case you change your mind about that coffee thing, do you have a pen?
MacPhisto: No.
Bluey: Oh, me neither!!! We have so much in common, neither of us has pens!! Crazy! Anyway, okay, so I'll just... *She takes a tube of lipstick from the table and writes her number on the mirror, knocking all sorts of things off of the table and breaking them. She tries to put everything back but knocks the ENTIRE table over, and looks down, horrified.* Oh... sorry. Well, uhh, it's been fun, and just remember...shiny, pretty, coffee...*She backs out slowly raising her fingers to her face like a phone*Call me!!! Bye!!! *She shuts the door behind her and MacPhisto looks around his now trashed dressing room*
MacPhisto: I thought I told them no more mental patients...