Day Six

 

[John] Actually, its nighttime.

 

[Deb] Yeah. We’re all having dinner, on our last night here.

 

[Kerry] We had a little trouble getting Romano here, but we finally did.

 

[Dave] Who are you talking to?

 

[Kerry] No one.

 

[Kovacsgirl] Hello, I’m -----. I’ll be your server tonight.

 

[Peter] You!

 

[Luka] Why is there a little dotted line when you say your name?

 

[Kovacsgirl] Because I can’t say it. I can’t violate the rules again.

 

[Luka] Why?

 

[Kovacsgirl] Because then I couldn’t finish the fic.

 

[Luka] What would be so bad about that? I rather like it here.

 

[Kovacsgirl] This is why:

 

[Angry Reader 1] Hey! Where’s the rest of the story? 

 

[Angry Reader 2] Yeah! I want to see what happens!!!

 

[Kovacsgirl] Plus I don’t want any hate mail in my inbox.

 

[Luka] So, what’s your real name?

 

[Kovacsgirl] -----

 

[Luka] Gee, that was informative. 

 

[John] Why are you working here?

 

[Kovacsgirl] At Hook’s Pointe? Because I need money.

 

[John] What for?

 

[Kovacsgirl] Oh, I have an idea. Let’s have a question and answer session after the fic.

 

[Peter] Why? Was the supposed to be sarcastic?

 

[Kovacsgirl] Yes.

 

[John] Will you just answer my question?

 

[Kovacsgirl] Fine! Okay, I need the money so I can go to med school.

 

[Luka] You want to go to med school?

 

[Kovacsgirl] Yes.

 

[John] I didn’t know that.

 

[Dave] I thought you were omnipotent.

 

[John] Well...

 

[Luka] SO what college do you want to go to?

 

[Kovacsgirl] Gonzaga.

 

[Luka] Not in Chicago.

 

[Kovacsgirl] I’m not exactly rich, ya know.

 

[Dave] Where’s Gonzaga?

 

[Deb] Spokane, Washington.

 

[Kovacsgirl] Actually, I’m only going to premed at Gonzaga. I want to go to med in Chicago.

 

[Luka] Wise choice.

 

[Kovacsgirl] I thought so myself.

 

[Dave] Ya know; Washington is a long ways away from Chicago.

 

[Kovacsgirl] Actually, I’m going to Spokane this weekend.

 

[Cleo] Gee, like we really care about that.

 

[Kovacsgirl] Well “Boo hoo” to you too.

[Luka] So, where do you live?

 

[Kovacsgirl] In -------- which is in -------.

 

[Luka] I should have known.

 

[Dude in the Kitchen] -----! Get those people’s orders and get your ass back in here!

 

[Kerry] Is that correct, people’s?

 

[Kovacsgirl] I really don’t care. What do you people want to eat?

 

(Later, I’m too lazy to write what they want to eat)

 

[Deb] So, what do you want to talk about?

 

[Romano] Nothing.

 

[Dave] I like monkeys.

 

[Cleo] That’s nice.

 

[Dave] I thought so myself.

 

[John] You know Dave; I think you’re supposed to act smarter.

 

[Dave] Why?

 

[John] Something about a review saying you should be smarter.

 

[Dave] Who are they to dictate my intelligence level? If I want to be dumb, I will be.

 

[Mark] Si. Tu estas muy tonto.

 

[Elizabeth] What?

 

[Mark] Dave esta tonto.

 

[Peter] I believe Mark is talking in Spanish now.

 

[Mark] Si, espanol ahora!

 

[Elizabeth] Why?

 

[Mark] Porque, mi cabeza.

 

[Cleo] What is he saying?

 

[Dave] He said “because of my head.”

 

[Mark] Si. Yo tengo hambre!

 

[Dave] He’s hungry.

 

[Luka] This is very crazy!

 

[Romano] How much of your brain did they take out?!?!

 

[Censor Monkey 1] Nope, can’t say that!

 

[Romano] Why not?

 

[Kovacsgirl] Yeah, why not.

 

[Censor Monkey 2] Spoiler.

 

[Deb] Who are you guys? Er...monkeys?

 

[Censor Monkey 3] We’re the censor monkeys.

 

[Censor Monkey 1] It’s the Fan Fiction Fairy’s day off.

 

[Mark] Por Supuesto.

 

[Dave] Of Course.

 

[Deb] I think I liked you better when you were dumb.

 

[Mark] Tonto!

 

[Deb] Whatever.

 

[Censor Monkey 3] Anyway, what are we going to do with you, Kovacsgirl?

 

[Kovacsgirl] Let me off easy?

 

[Censor Monkey 1] One Moment.

 

[Kovacsgirl] Well, what is my castigation?

 

[Censor Monkey 2] Banishment.

 

[Kovacsgirl] Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death”; for exile hath more terror in his look, much more than death. Do not say banishment...There is no world without Verona walls, but purgatory, torture, hell itself. Hence banished is banished from the world, and the world’s exile is death. Then “banished” is death mistermed. Calling death “banished,” thou cut’st my head off with a golden ax and smilest upon the stroke that murders me!

 

[Elizabeth] Hey, that’s pretty good. “Romeo and Juliet,” right?

 

[Mark] Muy bien.

 

[Dave] Very-

 

[Deb] Quit it!

 

[Kovacsgirl] Yup. Act 3, Scene 3.

 

[Censor Monkey 2] Pardon us again.

 

[Kovacsgirl] What now?

 

[Censor Monkey 3] Since you can quote Shakespeare like that, you aren’t banished.

 

[Kovacsgirl] The best of times!

 

[Censor Monkey 2] But, you can’t finish the fic.

 

[Kovacsgirl] The worst of times!

 

[Censor Monkey 3] But...

 

[Kovacsgirl] The Spring of Hope!

 

[Censor Monkey 1] Never mind.

 

[Kovacsgirl] The winter of dispare!

 

[Angry Readers] WE WANT TRAVELS WITH US!!!!!

 

[Censor Monkey 3] Fine, you can finish it!

 

[Kovacsgirl] Yay!

 

[Luka] No special quote?

 

[Kovacsgirl] No. Oh, by the way, here’s your food. I’ll let you eat in peace.

 

[Dave] Good.

 

[Peter] Excellent!

 

[John] Were are you going?

 

[Kovacsgirl] To think of what to write for “Day Seven”

 

[John] Oh, okay.