| 6 moon dance | 03-28-2005 12:42 AM |
This scene will make more sense if you have read the translation of the original ending of Act 26 in the Missing Pieces of Act 26 thread in the Smith Mansion section of the forums.
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Roger to Dorothy: “You are…”
I am Dorothy, you louse!” she fumed silently. “I’m the one who has scrubbed your toilets and washed your socks for the past 26 episodes. Remember me, louse? I’m the one who was kidnapped and held for ransom, sucked up by giant magnets, used as the core memory of a megadeus, shot twice, kidnapped by giant robots, held at gunpoint and had most of my core memory removed. And what did I get out of all that? Nothing, nada, not one dammed thing!”
“You’d think with all that I went through I’d at least get a little Roger action, but noooo! The most action I ever got was to watch Roger stumble around in his bathrobe and stupid fuzzy slippers. I’m sick and tired of it and I’m not going to take it anymore!”
With one fluid motion Dorothy snatched Beck’s gun, grabbed Angel and jammed the gun into her skull.
“Mr. Negotiator,” Dorothy shouted. “I have a demand and if you don’t want to see Angel’s blood, brains and black roots all over the place I suggest you give in.”
“What do you want, Miss?” asked a startled Roger.
Dorothy reached into her pocket and pulled out a notepad and pen.
“Write this down,” she ordered then speaking in a voice that only Angel could hear dictated her demand.
“You can’t be serious,” Angel exclaimed.
“I am,” Dorothy replied coldly.
“You,” said Dorothy gesturing to one of Beck’s henchmen. “Give this to the Negotiator.”
Dove took the note, gave it to Roger, then scuttled over to Beck and whispered something in his ear.
“Let’s get the hell out of here!” shouted Beck.
Dastun who had read the note over Roger’s shoulder was already sidling toward the door.
“This is completely unreasonable!” shouted Roger as he read the note. “I refuse to do it. Roger Smith does not do the Full Monty for anyone.”
“Then prepare for a bloodbath Mr. Negotiator,” Dorothy cried, pointing the gun toward Angel’s head and releasing the safety.
“Oh come on Roger,” said Angel. “Give the girl what she wants.”
Roger looked at Dorothy’s unyielding expression and took off his jacket
“Keep on going, Mr. Smith,” said Dorothy.
Roger unbuttoned his shirt and removed it.
“Now the undershirt.”
Roger grabbed the hem of his undershirt and pulled it over his head.
Angel reached into the pocket of her suit jacket and pulled out a packet of tissues. “Please,” she said handing one to Dorothy. “You’re drooling all over my suit.”
“Sorry,” apologized Dorothy wiping her chin.
She turned back to Roger. “Very nice, Mr. Smith, but you’re only half way there.”
“That’s all you get,” shouted Roger angrily.
Dorothy gestured toward the Griffon with the gun.
“That’s a lovely hood ornament,” she said casually. “It would be a shame to see something bad happen to it.
“You heartless monster!” Roger screamed.
“Do what she says Roger,” begged Angel as she wiped the drool from her own chin.
Reluctantly, Roger moved his hand toward his zipper.
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Roger to Dorothy: “You are…”
I am Dorothy, you louse!” she fumed silently. “I’m the one who has scrubbed your toilets and washed your socks for the past 26 episodes. Remember me, louse? I’m the one who was kidnapped and held for ransom, sucked up by giant magnets, used as the core memory of a megadeus, shot twice, kidnapped by giant robots, held at gunpoint and had most of my core memory removed. And what did I get out of all that? Nothing, nada, not one dammed thing!”
“You’d think with all that I went through I’d at least get a little Roger action, but noooo! The most action I ever got was to watch Roger stumble around in his bathrobe and stupid fuzzy slippers. I’m sick and tired of it and I’m not going to take it anymore!”
With one fluid motion Dorothy snatched Beck’s gun, grabbed Angel and jammed the gun into her skull.
“Mr. Negotiator,” Dorothy shouted. “I have a demand and if you don’t want to see Angel’s blood, brains and black roots all over the place I suggest you give in.”
“What do you want, Miss?” asked a startled Roger.
Dorothy reached into her pocket and pulled out a notepad and pen.
“Write this down,” she ordered then speaking in a voice that only Angel could hear dictated her demand.
“You can’t be serious,” Angel exclaimed.
“I am,” Dorothy replied coldly.
“You,” said Dorothy gesturing to one of Beck’s henchmen. “Give this to the Negotiator.”
Dove took the note, gave it to Roger, then scuttled over to Beck and whispered something in his ear.
“Let’s get the hell out of here!” shouted Beck.
Dastun who had read the note over Roger’s shoulder was already sidling toward the door.
“This is completely unreasonable!” shouted Roger as he read the note. “I refuse to do it. Roger Smith does not do the Full Monty for anyone.”
“Then prepare for a bloodbath Mr. Negotiator,” Dorothy cried, pointing the gun toward Angel’s head and releasing the safety.
“Oh come on Roger,” said Angel. “Give the girl what she wants.”
Roger looked at Dorothy’s unyielding expression and took off his jacket
“Keep on going, Mr. Smith,” said Dorothy.
Roger unbuttoned his shirt and removed it.
“Now the undershirt.”
Roger grabbed the hem of his undershirt and pulled it over his head.
Angel reached into the pocket of her suit jacket and pulled out a packet of tissues. “Please,” she said handing one to Dorothy. “You’re drooling all over my suit.”
“Sorry,” apologized Dorothy wiping her chin.
She turned back to Roger. “Very nice, Mr. Smith, but you’re only half way there.”
“That’s all you get,” shouted Roger angrily.
Dorothy gestured toward the Griffon with the gun.
“That’s a lovely hood ornament,” she said casually. “It would be a shame to see something bad happen to it.
“You heartless monster!” Roger screamed.
“Do what she says Roger,” begged Angel as she wiped the drool from her own chin.
Reluctantly, Roger moved his hand toward his zipper.
Screen fades to black
Want more? Then write to Adult Swim and demand a third season.
Next write in date is April 1,
The theme is April Fool, (Beck)
We are writing our letters to Jim Samples, General Manager and Executive Vice President, Cartoon Network]
Turner Broadcasting System Inc.
Cartoon Network
1050 Techwood Drive NW
Atlanta, GA 30318
Attn: Jim Samples
I WANT TO SEE THIS!
Hole cow xD that was funny that would make a great season 3 opening. I will write the letter with that fic idea in it.