*Fishy stumbles in through the doors of the mansion, battered and bruised, and collapses on the marble floor*
Opal:
*running to her aid* HOLD ON HOLD ON...STOP tape!
Director: CUT! Oh Opal what is wrong now?
Opal: I RAN to her aid? I
ran? Dearest, phistos never run...how un-elegant. Tryto snaek that kind of action in again and I will make sure you never work in this town again! Now where were we? Now be a dear and say "action"
Director:
*totally flustered at this point, but not willing to argue*ACTION!
*Fishy stumbles in through the doors of the mansion, battered and bruised, and collapses on the marble floor*
Fishy: Wait a second! CUT! Ok haven't I been beaten and bruised enough lately? Can't I just be tired? No bruises? It really is too early to take off my clothes, and that seems to be the only way to get some healing around here...
Director:
*Is on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and is thinking to himself..."Self, be glad you brother got the job of directing the actual episode, this is only the R&R and you are ready to crawl into fetal position..."* *sigh* MAKE-UP! We need one tired, but NOT bruised Phisto over here!
Fishy:
*After having her "bruises" removed* Ahhhh...much better...now Cedric, I think you know your line...
Director:ACTION, Roll Film!
*Fishy stumbles through the doors of the mansion and collapses on the floor*
Opal:
*Opal, who is not unaccustomed to seeing Fishy sprawled out on the floor for one reason or another is not immediatly alarmed* Fishy, dearest are you ok? Really dear, you must watch where you are going.
*She casually strolls over to where Fishy is laying and helps her to her feet*Now dearest what is the matter?
Fishy:
*looks up at Opal with tired eyes, and with much effort says*I tried, Opal I really tried to make a difference. I wanted things to get better around here, but I fear I have just made them worse...I know I was wrong for leaving the mansion and tryin to start a revolution, but I wanted to try and save it...*sigh* I give up...can I come back? I just want to be around friends again...I promise I will never go to the main board again...
*Fishy passes out, going limp in Opals arms*
Opal: AW HELL!!! ADAM!!! OLIVE!!! BLUEY!!! ANYBODY!!!(she would have called for Bona as well but she is pretty sure she is off somewhere trying to think of more creative ways to kill herself
)
MacPhisto:
*strolls by and notices the action at the front door*Oh really, must she always be on the floor...Good Father Below...come Opal, let us go have a drink, I am sure one of those goody-two-shoes will come along and help her to bed eventually...poor dear..she should have known better.
*Opal realizes that without someone elses help it is simply impossible for her to get Fishy to bed, so she oblidges Mackie and goes off for a drink, leaving Fishy lying in the foyer*
LOL at myself...I am so stupid...I just felt overwhelmed by the responses my town meeting is getting, so I thought I would come back here and stay here. I hope you guys thought that was semi-funny, it made me feel better to write it, so it's all good.
Thanks to all of you who responded in my town meeting...it all started off so well...
Fishy <><