Punch:
And for our next interview we need a little help from a good friend of ours, you'll remember she helped us with our interview with Julia, Madame Clarvoya!
 
:::one or two scattered applause and a faint uninterested cheer from off camera:::
Madame Clarvoya:
:::in her typical monotone voice and thick romanian accent:::Please, you don't have to get so excited, I know you missed me.
Punch:
:::clears throat:::
Madame Clarvoya:
Don't rush me hun, this takes time. :::sits slowly before her crystal ball, all studio lights dim and an eerie blue glow shines around the table.::: Concentrate. :::after a very long wait.::: I feel something! Yes. . .yes. . .yes. . .
Judy:
:::whispers to Punch::: Who--exactly is she talking to?
Punch:
:::shrugs::: Beats me.
Madame Clarvoya:
SHHH!!! I must have quiet! :::quiets her voice to a mere whisper::: Now what was that? :::pauses and appears to be listening intently:::WHAT!?! EXCUSE ME! Well I never! :::stands and points a finger at Judy and Punch::: I refuse to do this any more. That gentleman is no gentleman! :::stomps off camera:::
Judy:
Wonder what got into her?
Disembodied Voice:
I said, Why the *bleep* did you wake me up! I was having a nice dream, you *beep* *beep* *beep*....
Punch:
:::strains voice to talk over the bleeps::: We'll be back in a few moments. :::laughs nervously:::
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