[Onboard the Starship Josh, in a small room, dimly lit by one overheard light shining down into Id's eyes. Id is tied to a chair.]
Super Ego: Come on, Id. Let's just make it easier for all involved.
Id: Fuck y...
[Ego hits Id.]
Ego: Sorry, Commander. I slipped.
S.Ego: It happens, SubCommander. So, Id, what do you say? Are you going to say it, or is Ego going to get clumsy again?
Id: Fu...
[Smack]
S.Ego: We can do this all day, Id. I think you'd...
[The intercom chirps]
[Voice of the Ear]: Captain? Our alarm for our Taquitos just went off.
Id: What?
S.Ego: Oh, really? Thank you, Ear.
Id: Ummm...aren't we going to get that?
Ego: [Shrugs] Eh.
Id: But they'll burn!
S.Ego: We'll live.
Id: But it RUINS the taste!
Ego: Oh, well, it's too bad we're tied up here. If we were DONE, well, we could just go get them out right now...
Id: Fine! Fine, you bastards! "I will not take joy in the misfortune of others." Happy?
S.Ego: I don't know...seemed to lack feeling. Ego?
Ego: Definately subpar. Emotion would be hurt.
Id: I WILL NOT TAKE JOY IN THE MISFORTUNES OF OTHERS!!! NOW LET ME GO, YOU ANAL WARTS!
[They cut the ropes. Id runs out]
Id: Feet, get moving! Memory, where's the oven mitt?
Memory: Dans le droit placard!
Id: Got it! [Runs upstairs]
Ego: Sir, couldn't we have just called up Remorse rather than torturing Id? It might have been easier.
S.Ego: Well, we could, but really, where's the fun in that?
Ego: But...Sir, isn't that finding Joy in the misfortunes of others?
[Pause]
[Smack!]
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
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