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Part 2
Opening credits roll. Cut to the inside of the dining room, and all of the guests are still staring at Doc Faustus. Doc beams up at them, and continues speaking.
Doc: Well don't just stand there catching flies, sit, sit! A wonderful meal has been prepared by the chef. It will be ready soon. F13F: I won't argue with that; smells brilliant. He walks over to the chair closest to Doc and sits down. Doc: What's this? Have I done something to offend you? Is my appearance frightening in some way? The crowd pass a murmur and slowly make their way to their seats. Doc's face is unnaturally happy, a constant smile fixed onto it as his eyes opened wide as they will go, look from person to person. The people begin chatting, pleasantly. F13F and Doc are talking to a middle aged man who has a long, jagged scar on the left side of his face. This is Sistinas. Sistinas: Essentially, it's similar to cooking beef they say - tastes like it too. F13F: I'm sorry, I cannot believe that. Human meat, akin to beef? Sistinas: It's what they say, I'm simply the messenger. Apparently these tribes will just turn on a fellow member when food is scarce. Doc: What a fascinating story...Oh, I can smell the food now. Sistinas: What are we having? Doc looks up and winks. Doc: Beef. Further down the table, Bwind is in a heated discussion with a red headed man (Zero), apparently oblivious to his daughter, Chronogrl's, mocking gestures with her hands imitating him. Bwind22: You sir, are a total ass! Look to me, look to me now. Do you see fur covering my body? Do you see a banana in my hand and faeces smearing the walls around me? Of course you do not! Zero: If I squint my eyes, perhaps I can imagine it... Bwind: I beg your pardon! Zero: Nothing, nothing. I simply agree that we were once simians. Not anymore, that's silly! But many years ago...perhaps. Chronogrl: Well, Father, when you pass wind you do smell rather awful... The Return, who is next to Chrono, let's out a smug laugh at her comment. He returns to conversation with the men opposite him. One is a very young, bearded man in a grey suit (Massacre Man), the other is Elvis Christ. The Return: Now, run this past me one more time...this night is a, what did you say? Massacre Man: Festival of sausages. The Return: I still don't follow. Are you commenting on the German decor? Elvis: Look around at the people here. What do the majority have in common? The Return: They're males... Massacre Man: And what do all men have in common...something similar to a certain pork product? He pauses for a moment to think. Return: Well...I get that it's about our superiority but what does that have to do with sausages? Massacre Man shakes his head, laughing whilst Elvis attempts to explain one more time. Further towards the end of the table, Zack and Horror4Ever (H4E) are sitting next to each other, excitedly telling anecdotes to the two young ladies Newb was flirting with earlier. The girls, Murderdoll and MissMacabre sigh, unimpressed at whatever they're being told. The two men carry on regardless. H4E: So I'm standing there wearing the most awful scarlet suit with peacock feathers in the hat. The only food in the room is a plum which has been dunked in mustard... Zack: I walk in with an even worse white and green suit, see H4E standing there and what do you know? The door flies open and in comes Mr. Boddy! He takes one look at us and- Miss Macabre turns so she is only looking at Murderdoll - the two begin discussing literature. A little further down, Flayed and Newb are attempting conversation with a gaunt faced man with large bags under his eyes and dishevelled hair. This is Phantomstranger. Flayed: So, whereabouts were you born, Phantom? PS: My old house...it has been burned down since. Flayed exchanges an exasperated look with Newb who takes a breath and tries himself. Newb: What are the women like wherever you live? PS: They live like any other women. Flayed: I don't suppose you have any hobbies, do you? Newb: Flayed here is an archaeologist. It may be his job, but it's something of a hobby. Flayed gives a half hearted nod. PS: No, I do not. At the far end of the table are Roshiq and V, sitting silently. They look around the room, taking in their surroundings fully. Their eyes dart from person to person as though they're not only reading the lips but reading the very soul itself. V momentarily glances at something up by the window, however he is distracted by Roshiq's inhalation as though he is about to speak. He is interrupted, however, by the side door to the dining room crashing open. Ferretchucker stands there with a small trolley, several plates on it. He gives a coy smile. Ferretchucker: Dinner...is served. Ending credits roll.
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I'm curious to see where this is going......
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I promise not to drop out this time....
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I keep on wondering, who will be killed? it could be doc fastus, ferretchucker in all his glory, or newb the old ladies man.
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