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| CAST Marisa.... Aisha Tyler Gloria.... Beyonce Knowles |
| part two |
| About two weeks after the �footnapping�, Kawan sat on his living room couch with his prize between his legs, while he watched TV. He had two weeks worth of hair on his head, a light beard and had taken to wearing small, oval-shaped spectacles. He stroked Marisa�s bare feet with his feather, watching them wave about wildly. Ren sat next to him, a bit more interested in the television than Kawan, but the active feet between his friend�s legs kept stealing his attention. �You know, having the feet is all good, man, �Kawan began, �but something is missing.� �What, the top half of her body?� �Exactly, dude. That�s just what I was thinking. I need to hear her laughing. It would make this experience so much more fulfilling.� �So what you gonna do?� �I�ma have to nab the top half.� �How the fuck are you gonna do that? You don�t even know where she live.� �I ain�t figured that part out yet�but I will.� �Man, you crazy. I�m not helping you do that shit.� �You have to dude,� Kawan smiled. �You already an accessory, so you might as well.� Ren paused for a moment of reflection, and then looked over at Kawan, who was still feathering the feet while he looked at the TV screen. �You know you look like a damn professor, dude,� he said. �I�d rather be a professor, than somebody�s bitch.� Ren laughed. |
| Marisa was in absolute hysterics riding shotgun in Wil�s car as they drove to go practice his magic routine. Marisa�s cackling would erupt every five minutes or so, and lasted for about two to three minutes non-stop. He thought he would get used to it, but every time that piercing screech came from Marisa�s throat, he nearly leapt out of his seat. �I know this is gonna sound clich�,� said Wil after Marisa had quieted, �but you driving me fucking crazy.� �How the fuck do you think I feel,� Marisa panted. �Shit.� �I�ma have to put some tape over your mouth.� �NO! Anyway, I�d still be making noise.� �Yeah, that�s true.� Wil paused. �You better hope I don�t have to kill your ass.� �Why would you kill me? I�m the victim� �I didn�t say it would be an act of rational thought. I just might bug out one day and not be able to take it anymore.� �Fuck you. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAA!� �Lord!� Marisa stopped laughing after two minutes, this time. Wil looked over at her and shook his head. �It�s not my fault,� said Marisa, trying to retrieve her breath. For the next few minutes the car was refreshingly quiet, until Marisa felt the need to speak again. �Hey, how about taking me outa this box,� she said. �I�m tired of wearing this top.� �I already told you about that. If we take out that divider, you don�t know what kind of blood and shit might start coming out.� �Wil, the trick ain�t real. You didn�t really cut me in half. Well . . . I�m in half, but I�m not really cut.� �Well, maybe. But if you bleed to death, that shit is on you.� �Whatever.� Marisa yawned. �So what do this new girl you got look like?� �Well, she�s a little shorter than you. She got a nice body. Good ass. She�s blonde . . .� �She white?� �No.� �Is she gonna do the cutting in half trick?� �I ain�t talked to her about that yet. The security is gonna be beefed up, so it ain�t no trouble with that shit happening again.� �Yeah, just in time.� Marisa squirmed in her seat. She opened up her box to scratch her side. �That new girl look better than me?� Wil frowned. �Why you gonna ask me some shit like that?� �She does?� �I ain�t saying shit. You�ll see her. You can judge for yourself.� Marisa sucked her teeth. �That�s a cop out.� �Hell yeah, that�s a cop out.� |