[Fan Fiction] make up a big o scene!

Well, after reading through the whole thread...and then through Tess' "The Blossoming Rose" fic...I must say that I'm very interested in the idea of stories with the two of them married. ^_^

Ever considered a sequel, Tess?

This is a short story I did today after going over some of The Big Fight. I love feedback, please let me know what you think.

Warning: This is a sad one, so if you are really depressed, save it for later.

Neighbors

Norman looked up questioningly as one of the men who was working on the Megadeus approached him. "Mr. Burg, sorry to bother you, but do you have a moment? We'll make it quick."

"We", the butler soon discovered, was a gangly adolescent boy, a pretty young girl who couldn't have been more than nine or ten, and a comfortable-looking woman in her forties. It appeared as if they had been crying.

"Is it true? Is she really gone?" the woman asked, dabbing at her eyes. "My man told me that you couldn't fix her."

Norman nodded gravely. "I'm afraid so, Mrs. Raymond."

The woman grasped his hands, looking up to him pleadingly. "You must let us help you. Please."

The butler thought it over and nodded. Mrs. Raymond was a good woman and he knew she was trustworthy. He handed her his key ring. "Just don't disturb Master Roger, or he'll have our heads. I think he's finally sleeping."

"We won't," she promised. "Thank you, Mr. Burg."

Within the hour, a second army of people began to descend on the Smith mansion. Trays of hot soup, sandwiches and coffee for the work crew began to appear like clockwork, each one replenished as soon as it was emptied by a small group of sober-faced teenagers.

Several younger children stood out of the way but close by, ready to fetch anything the workers might need. Two more stood sentry at the big double doors, greeting the steady stream of visitors as the night wore on. If a child grew sleepy, there was another ready to take her place immediately.

A small pile of debris at the side of the mansion steadily grew larger as wives and visitors swept away broken glass and shattered plaster, slowly cleaning the bottom floor to accommodate the swelling number of people who had heard the news and come immediately, wanting to pay their respects and help in any way they could. Several men and a woman who had memories of architecture and building put boards on the broken windows and checked each room for safety, making repairs as needed.

Dan Dastun arrived around five in the morning. He helped carry in folding chairs, setting up some in the newly cleared rooms and bringing dozens of them down to where Dorothy lay. Someone had put a black headband on her to hide the gaping hole in her head and managed to close the staring eyes so that she looked, oddly enough, as though she were only sleeping.

Instro had been there since early that evening, having closed the Amadeus the moment he got the news. He sat ready at a small table with a book and pen. As each person approached, whether man, woman, or child, he would listen closely and write what they told him.

Around seven am, one of the boys who had been guarding Roger's door heard the sounds of movement within. He ran to tell Mrs. Raymond while the other politely knocked and was admitted. "Your coffee will be right up, Mr. Smith," he said politely. "Here are your clothes, sir," he handed him a fresh suit, which was neatly pressed and on a hangar.

The other boy arrived with the coffee and the two whisked through the room, making the bed and straightening everything while Roger drank his coffee and got cleaned up. "Your shoes, sir," the older of the two gave them one last shine with the polishing cloth and handed them over.

Roger accepted them silently and put them on. "May I ask why you are here?" he said finally.

"Everyone's here," the boy answered. "Would you like to come downstairs for breakfast or would you rather us bring it to you?"

"I guess I'll go downstairs," he said, dreading what awaited him but determined to find out just what the hell was going on.

As he walked to the kitchen, people came forward to say a quick word or clasp his hand. Normally, he would have been planning a slow and painful death for his butler, but somehow, today, he didn't have the heart. He went into the kitchen and Mrs. Raymond put more coffee and a plate in front of him as soon as he sat down. He drank the coffee and picked at the food, speaking to no one.

"Eat up, Roger, you'll need it." Dastun sat down next to him.

"Might I inquire as to why you and half of the population of Paradigm City are at my home at this ungodly hour?" he asked.

"They've come to pay their respects," the colonel told him. "A lot of people knew Dorothy."

Roger shook his head in disbelief. "So they all showed up at seven in the morning?"

"They've been arriving all night," Dastun began to explain, but he was interrupted by the appearance of Norman, the work crew behind him.

"Master Roger, the repairs are complete," the butler told him.

"Thank you, Norman," Roger said. "Do you think you might possibly arrange for me to regain possession of my home?"

"I think we can attend to that, sir," the other man answered. "Would you come with me, please?" He led the way to the cavern where Dorothy lay. The room was full of people and it seemed like everyone else was on the way.

When the last person had squeezed into the entryway, the minister from the church where Instro played stood up and cleared his throat. A hush fell over the room. "We have gathered here to say goodbye to R. Dorothy Wayneright," he began. "Although she was not human, she was a part of our community and is deserving of remembrance."

One by one, each person there rose and said a few words. "Dorothy picked up my groceries when I dropped them and helped me carry them home," a young woman with an infant walked to the bier and placed a paper flower on it.

"She played ball with me," a small blonde girl patted the android's hand.

"Dorothy took me home when I was lost," a boy contributed small bouquet of thistles and dandelions.

"She helped me get my man to the hospital when he broke his foot," an older woman came forward.

One by one, each person present spoke a memory and left a small token on the bier. Norman pulled out a handkerchief and wiped at his eyes, unashamed of his tears. "Miss Dorothy was a great help to me and kept the house from being lonely," he said.

Roger stood stiffly, unable to speak. At Norman's nod, Instro went over to a small keyboard that had been set up in the corner and began to play. The entire gathering sang the hymn that had been Dorothy's favorite.

The pastor addressed the group once more. "We will not abandon hope. Although she is no longer among us, perhaps one day, someone will find the memories to bring her back to herself. Until then, we will not let her be forgotten."

"We will remember," the group responded. One by one, some stopping briefly for one last prayer, some offering a few sympathetic words to Roger and Norman, everyone slowly left.

Instro handed Roger the book he had been writing in. "None of us will forget," he said simply and went on his way. Soon, Dastun, Roger and Norman were the only ones in the cavern.

Roger looked at the volume, entitled "R. Dorothy Wayneright." In it were the remembrances of all the people who had attended. He turned to the others. "Why? Why would they do this?"

"Because Dorothy belonged to them, too," Dastun's voice was quiet. "As do you, and the black Megadeus. They wanted to make sure you knew." The beeper at his belt suddenly went off. "I think we just ran out of time." He sprinted off to his car.

"Okay, Norman, get ready," Roger told his butler. He carefully placed the book among the flowers and remembrances that now almost completely covered Dorothy's body head to toe and ran to the Big O. It was almost show time.

My God, Zola. I bow down to genius.

I hand you my unofficial title and give it to you officially as the Fanfic Goddess.

(Jim, I already sent Shredder 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith' and I'm working on part three. Sequels are coming out my ears.)

Oh, Zola! How fine a tribute! (I'm going to go get a handkerchief now... )

Pygmalion

Goodie. Can't wait for the next site update, then.

Zola,
How sad.. , But I refuse to accept that Dorothy is gone!! Damn it!! I need a season 3 of Big O!! I refuse to let them off Dorothy! I loved your Big O scene though..I'll bet there are alot of people she helped that Roger did not know about. The Manga has a real cute story Called "My Sweetheart Dorothy" about an artist she helped. I highly recomend picking up the Manga!

So depressing. I bow to your great work again Zola! But I also have hope Dorothy will not stay among the realm of the dead for long

Okay, something cheerful. Typical Chaos in the Smith Household (no relation to my fics).

It was Norman's day off, leaving Dorothy to clean the house and Roger to work quietly in his office.

Roger wondered why Dorothy did not answer the door by the time of the fourth ring, and went out to the common room to check the intercom system.

"Sorry, how may I help you?" he spoke into the intercom.

"We're from Social Services, Mr. Smith. We would like to speak with you."

"Oh, yes. Please, come up by the elevator. Top floor."

"Thank you."

Roger went back through the mansion, going toward his office. "Dorothy! Where are you? We have guests coming up!"

He pulled his jacket on and went to knotting his tie properly when he heard the elevator door chime open.

Roger came back out and nodded at the man and woman who entered. "Good morning. I'm Roger Smith - "

"We know who you are, Smith," the man replied. "Professional negotiator of Paradigm City, blah blah blah." He pulled his card out. "I'm Craig Miles and this is Valerie Horn - we're from Social Services - Child Welfare Division."

"I beg pardon?" Roger asked, completely confused.

The woman went directly to a couch and sat down. "Mr. Smith, we understand there is an underage girl living with you."

"Underage girl?" Roger repeated in puzzlement, then he blushed. "Dorothy isn't an underage girl - "

Dorothy appeared from the kitchen, wearing her full maid get-up complete with apron and cap and her broom stuck to her back. She carried a tea tray. "Good morning, Master Roger and guests." She set the teatray down and turned to Roger as he joined the two agents in the parlor area. "Master Roger, I scrubbed the floors and cleaned the kitchen and pressed your suits and dusted your hourglasses and cleaned ALL the windows in the building and swept the balcony and made your lunch - may I have breakfast now?"

Roger felt the blood leave his face. "Dorothy ... " he warned her quietly.

The agents looked between the two.

"She doesn't look a day over twelve!" the woman stated.

"I'm not that old," Dorothy informed her. She went over to the piano and began plunking out a tune. "But I do owe Master Roger a debt and I intend to pay it off - meanwhile, I must accept his boorish behavior and drunken rampages - "

"DOROTHY!"

"And his yelling at me like that - especially in the mornings when he says I don't play his instrument properly - "

"AAGH!" Roger exclaimed. "Don't listen to her! She doesn't sleep with me! Honest!"

"Of course not," Dorothy said primly. "After he's done with me for the evening, he sticks me in the broom cupboard. It's too small to lay down in, so I stand up all night in the poorly-ventilated space - "

"ONE MORE WORD, DOROTHY, AND I'LL STICK YOU TO A MAGNET!"

"Help," Dorothy said dully. "Abuse."

"Magnet?" the two agents echoed.

"Magnet!" Roger snarled. "As in - " He pulled out a bullhorn and shouted, "SHE'S AN ANDROID, YOU NUMNUTS!" Lowering the bullhorn, he resumed his snarling. "Didn't you happen to look that little fact up, you blooming morons!?"

"Roger, you are cruel," Dorothy stated. "After all those times we traded underwear."

"Hey, that's personal!" he stated. "No one else has to know about that!"

"Android?" one of them said. "That is different."

"Good," Roger said, mollified. "Now - "

"Mr. Smith," the woman said. "There are laws which cover human-robot relations. You may be technically guilty of unnatural sexual congress."

"WHAT?! She's my MAID! JUST my maid!"

Dorothy covered her face with her hands. "You brute," she sobbed.

The man began writing notes. "If this android is working in this household, this changes the working environment of your employee, Mr. Norman Burg. Have you filed an environmental impact statement?"

"I BEG YOUR - "

"Has this android been registered as an employee? If not, you've been employing her without official sanction, and could face fines."

"I haven't paid her!"

"Running a sweat shop? Slavery?" He shook his head, making tch-tch noises. "Mr. Smith, we may have to impound your household and do a complete investigation of your entire lifestyle."

A thought occured to Roger. "Would you excuse me for a moment?" Roger raced to the elevator and disappeared. A minute or so later, explosions could be heard in the distance. Out the window, part of one of the domes began to collapse.

After a half-hour Roger returned, flanked by four Military Police.

"Well, I found a way out," he said.

"And how did you do that?" one of the social workers sneered skeptically.

"I used my Megadeus to take over the city. I am now the undisputed dictator of Paradigm City and thus above the law." He pointed at the social workers. "Take them away. Lock them somewhere smelly."

As the two social workers were dragged off, Roger sighed.

"Are you pleased with yourself, Roger Smith?" Dorothy asked as she got up from the piano to face him.

"Actually, Dorothy, I am. Now I don't have to worry about clients or Paradign Corporation." He leered at her. "Now, wench, for starting all this trouble - "

"Eek. Help, help."

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(Special thanks to my husband - Prince-Consort Tesser - in coming up with the majority of the gags. In fact, all of them. It was his idea.)
(Prince Consort: Sure, blame me.)

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Originally posted by Lady Tesser "I used my Megadeus to take over the city. I am now the undisputed dictator of Paradigm City and thus above the law."

File this under "episode I'd like to see!"

Nice work

!! That was Good Lady & Consort Tesser! Norman was probally snickering in the background somewhere..

The next day Norman comes home...

"Master Roger! I leave for one day and look what happens! Honestly!"

Thank-you, all. *bows*

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The city lay in ruins.

People cried in hopelessness as they tried to dig family out of rubble.

Fires sprang up here and there, the survivors not caring.

Dorothy and Roger sat on chunks of what was once the Smith Mansion, staring at the wasted desolation of Paradigm City.

"I'm sorry," Dorothy said, laying her temple against his shoulder. "I should have known better."

Roger gripped her hand tightly. "Yes, you SHOULD have known better."

"But I thought it would do good."

He pulled away, throwing his hand out to indicate the destruction. "Dorothy - you do NOT give Big O a POGO-STICK for his birthday!"

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Originally posted by Lady Tesser He pulled away, throwing his hand out to indicate the destruction. "Dorothy - you do NOT give Big O a POGO-STICK for his birthday!"

Hmmm....where did you get those silly pills and will you share?

Wow, I knew LT was great (even better now) but Zola is too! I thank both of you for such hilarious and near emotion causing works.
I mind almost considered sending my tear ducts to 'prepare to enter standy mode'. That's a first from Big O fics. Or any fics.
MORE!

Same that you and Falcon use - Attached-People Happy Weirdness Tablets.

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"Roger's passed-out again, Norman," Dorothy stated.

Norman came into the bedroom to see his passed-out drunk master tossed over the bed. "Oh, dear, that's becoming more frequent, hasn't it, Miss Dorothy?"

"Indeed," she agreed. "What shall we do this time?"

Norman rubbed his chin, then chuckled. "Have you finished those theatrical costumes yet?"

"The ones for Rocky Horror? Yes, Norman, I have. Why?"

A little while later ...

Roger was clad in a frilly rumba top exposing his pecs with a pair of rose pasties over his nipples. Completing this outfit was a pair of frilly pink panties, lacy garterbelt, white fishnets, and stiletto high heels. His hair was sculpted up into a pigtail on top of his head while he wore thick layers of bright make-up from the Tammy Faye Bakker School of Make-Up Application.

Dorothy hopped up on the bed, herself clad in a vinyl and fishnet teddie and thigh high boots, and balanced one high heeled boot on his chest.

"Is this a good pose, Norman?" Dorothy asked.

"Raise the cat-o-nine-tails higher, dear," Norman replied, clicking pictures. "Master Roger must be horrified when he sees these when he wakes up."

Dorothy nodded, then kneeled down astride Roger's chest. "Make sure you get the make-up, Norman."

"Of course, Miss Dorothy. We'll make sure we humiliate him enough to never drink again."

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The next morning ...

Roger awoke, feeling not-at-all right. Opening one eye, he noted the outfit he was clad in and a Dorothy Wayneright curled up in the bed next to him, herself clad in something more conservative.

[Heh, those two never give up. I'll show 'em.]

He got up, trying to ignore the hangover pounding in his head, and stretched. He turned and began to lay kisses along Dorothy's shoulder.

Dorothy sat up abruptly. "What are you doing, Roger Smith, dressed in that outfit and kissing me like that?"

Roger clutched his hands together, smiling broadly. "Oh, Dottie, I had a revelation last night! I have found who I truly am!" He jumped up, posing dramatically on the bed in his fruity outfit. "I am Roxy the Go-Go Dancer, bringing joy to thousands with my disco-swaying buttocks!" He spread his arms and hopped around the bed. "I feel so FREE!"

"NORMAAAAAN!!!" Dorothy cried, scrambling for the door.

Roger bounded out of the bed and landed in front of her, gripping her in his arms and trying to waltz her around the room. "And I see you have joined me at last, my Dottie, as the Vinyl Mistress of the Whip of Joy! Now we can spend every night spanking each other! Oh RAPTURE!"

Dorothy screamed, clawed her way out of his arms, and made a Dorothy-shaped hole in the door in her haste to escape.

Roger chuckled evilly. "That'll larn 'em! In negotiations, an extreme stance can give an advantage." He began itching. "God, women take a lot of punishment in these things."

Norman finally located Dorothy on top of the flagpole on the roof, her eyes wide and all her hair standing on end. It took nine hours to coax her down, and only after Roger swore by all the known gods to only wear black suits forever after.

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(Geez, I'm going to get banned for this.)

*falls out of chair laughing at Tesser's last two posts*

Roger Smith as a sweet transvestite -- the mind boggles.

(Oh, wait; maybe that has something to do with #2 son waking us at 4:30 this morning! Happy Weirdness Tablets are abstracted by the offspring leaving parents bewildered and exhausted.)

Pygmalion

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Originally posted by Lady Tesser It took nine hours to coax her down, and only after Roger swore by all the known gods to only wear black suits forever after.

I think Krang and Shredder are going to beat both of us. Right back atcha, lady!

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Beck laughed outright when he saw the pictures of Roger and Dorothy. "That pervert! I knew he had something going on with that piece of machinery!" He studied the pictures for a moment and then suddenly laughed even louder. "That gives me an idea!"

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Roger's head was pounding. He opened his eyes and closed them again against the bright light that seemed to be aimed directly at his eyes. "So, Mr. Negotiator...we meet again!" Beck taunted.

"I thought you were in prison," Roger sighed, squinting against the glare. He tried to move and realized that he was shackled to his chair. He shivered a little, realizing with shock that he was very under-dressed.

"Oh, a place like that can't keep an artist like me for long," the other man laughed. "Dorothy? Are you ready?"

"He can't look at me when the lights are shining right in his eyes," she pointed out calmly.

"So fix them, and hurry up about it!" Beck snapped impatiently.

Roger breathed a sigh of relief as the brilliance suddenly dimmed. He opened his eyes cautiously and saw Dorothy standing in front him, clad only in her underwear and a half slip. She was wearing a blonde wig that looked oddly familiar. "Dorothy, what are you doing? Why don't you just march that maniac back to his jail cell where he belongs?"

"He has told me he will hurt you if I do," she said.

"Brilliant as well as beautful," Beck cackled. "A small demonstration, Mr. Negotiator." There was the snap of a switch and suddenly Roger was screaming in agony as the metal chair shocked him. Mercifully, the current was cut off after just a few seconds. "Can you imagine what that would do to your metal lover's delicate circuits?"

"If you hurt her..." he tried to break out of the cuffs but they were too strong.

"It's so touching," Beck giggled. "Come on, Crow-Boy, you know you're crazy about each other. Why deny it?"

"Beck....!" Roger growled.

"All right, we've wasted enough time. Action!" Beck slammed the top down on a clapper board.

Music began to play in the background and Dorothy obediently began "I was feeling done in...Couldn't win...I'd only ever kissed before"

T-Bone cut in, "You mean she?"

"Uh huh," Dove replied.

Dorothy began to move towards him, continuing the song as Roger tried to back away. "You bastard! Of all the musicals you could choose!"

"But she sings it so well," Beck chortled gleefully. "Come on, little Miss Surly. Smile!"

The androids obediently beamed down at Roger. "Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me..." she sang.

"Aahh!" he jumped as the current was flicked on for an instant.
"I want to get this in one take, play nice, Mr. Negotiator," Beck giggled. "I've always wanted to see this performed live."

Roger groaned and closed his eyes as Dorothy took his wrists and pulled his hands towards her torso, still singing. He felt a click as she surreptitiously snapped the button on his watch to broadcast without missing a beat and continued her gyrations.

As she reached the finale of the song, Beck shouted, "Don't forget that little script change!"

"Creature of the night..." she caroled as the music faded. She looked into Roger's eyes and kissed him full on the mouth.

Suddenly there was a crash and the roar of a motorcycle. "Whatever happened to Saturday night?" came a new voice. It was the cavalry to the rescue. Dorothy immediately stopped kissing Roger and snapped the shackles, then went to deal with Dove and T-Bone.

Norman chased Beck around and around the room, singing all the while. " Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that Rock and Roll..." he finished triumphantly as he pinned the other man to the wall with the bike.

"I didn't know you liked to sing, Norman," said Dorothy.

"Well, I'm not much of a singer, but I've always wanted to do that," the butler answered. "Miss Dorothy, the sidecar is just outside. You'll find a few extras in it."

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Dorothy calmly stood snapping pictures as the Military Police dragged Beck, dressed to the nines in a black merry widow complete with fishnet stockings, off to the waiting police car. "The blue eye shadow was a nice touch, Miss Dorothy," Norman told her.

"It looks well on him," she agreed, getting a few last shots as they put him into the back seat. "Roger, did you find the pictures?"

"Yes, I have them, and the film," he answered, feeling much better now that he was no longer dressed in a loincloth. "It looks like he bribed the guy who developed them." He looked sternly at her and Norman. "Let that be a lesson to you," he said severely. "A joke is a joke, but there's such a thing as taking it too far."

"I'm sorry, Master Roger," the butler said contritely. "Things got a little out of hand."

"Well, I can't say I didn't deserve it at least a little," the younger man told him. "I will endeavor to mend my ways, but no more pictures!"

"Very good, sir," Norman answered. "Will you be needing the Griffon?"

"No, Dorothy and I are going to walk, I think." Roger replied. "Thank you for figuring it out so quickly, Norman."

"You're welcome, Master Roger," the butler nodded and rode off.

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Human and android walked along the beach, enjoying a companionable silence. "Roger..." Dorothy spoke. "I have a question."

He composed his face into a smile and turned to her. "Somehow, I'm not surprised. What do you want to know?"

She looked up at him soberly. "You never intended to spank me, did you?"

"No, I didn't," he said, hiding a smile. "I was playing a joke too, I wanted to get even with you and Norman."

She mulled it over for a moment. "I'm very glad, Roger. I was beginning to be concerned that you were deviant."

He burst into laughter. "And putting a costume on a man who is passed out cold is normal?

"No, but it seemed to amuse Norman," she said simply. She was quiet for a moment, staring out at the ocean. "Roger?"

"What is it?" he asked.

"How do you kiss when it isn't a joke and someone isn't making you do it?" she said innocently.

"Well, usually I like to get to know the girl and spend time with her," he said, hoping that's what she meant.

"Then what?" she continued to look out over the water.

"I...I look for a certain feeling," he said. "If I decide that I would like to kiss her, I look for signs that she wants to be kissed. She might take my hand, or lean against me. There are lots of things that people do to communicate that kind of thing with each other."

"I see." She turned to face him and took his hands in hers and rested her head against his shoulder. "I don't know how to do those things."

Strange, how it had felt so wrong standing on this same beach with Angel. He put his arms around Dorothy, enjoying the rightness of it. "I think you're doing just fine," he told her. She looked up at him curiously and he brought his mouth down to hers.



Okay, okay, it was originally supposed to be only funny but I got a bit fluffy at the end. Deal!.

Well, surprising nonetheless. o_O (Dorothy as Janet?? Roger as ROCKY??? NORMAN AS EDDIE???? Although Beck in the Frank N. Furter costume was a nice touch.)

Excuse me, I'm going to go dunk my head in a vat of alcohol to clean my head of this. Beck is more of a pervert than I thought.

No death threats in my PM yet. We may be able to get away with this, Z.

(WAFFy Queen! WAFFy Queen! Put them on the beach and have 'em smoochin'!)

* Norman comes out of the Kitchen with a pot of coffee*
Roger*sipping his morning coffee*: Wow Norman this is fantastic coffee!
Norman: I didn't make it, Dorothy did.
Roger: Dorothy, I must compliment you. This is the best coffee ever!
Dorothy: Hard to believe it's not coffee isn't it?
Roger: Really?
Dorothy: Yes it is a miracle product called "I can't believe it's not coffee!"
Roger: What's in it?
Dorothy: Well.....not coffee
Roger: I mean what do they make it with.
Dorothy: They make it with things that aren't coffee.
Roger: so what DO they make it with?
Dorothy(smiling): I can tell you one thing...
Roger: What?
Dorothy:..... It's not coffee.
Roger: Dorothy....please TELL me what the hell I'm drinking.
Dorothy: Not coffee
Roger: DOROTHY......WHAT THE HELL HAVE I JUST SWALLOWED!!!
Norman and Dorothy start to chukle
Roger: Christ! I knew it! You put something in my drink!
Dorothy: no seriously we didn't.
Roger: Okay
Dorothy leaves the room.
Roger: Norman where did Dorothy go. Oh yes she went to the kitchen to finish washing the racing streaks out of your underwear.
Roger: