Act 1

Scene 3

In Which The Treachery Is Revealed


Location: The TSOB Arena, Toronto

Date: Sunday July 14th 2002

Time: 10.57 AM


Leaving Dr Abortion's locker room, Dr A pauses and halts his new (and very temporary) ally.

Dr Abortion: Hold on a minute. I need to get some things.

Dr Abortion heads back into his locker room, and picks up his medical bag.

Dr Abortion: Let's see ... Thorazine tranquillisers, morphine, roids, vacuum aspiration kit, map, stun gun, scalpel, coathangers ... yep, I'm set.

Proto: I have my shovel. Look.

Proto shows Dr Abortion his shovel.

Dr Abortion: Yes, very nice. Let's go, homo.

Proto: Wanna try the canteen first?

Dr Abortion: Sure.

So they head for the TSOB Arena canteen ...


Cazz: Help you, gentlemen? Coffee? Biscuits? Today's special is ... what is today's special, Limit?

The Limit: Fried shrimp.

Cazz: Fried shrimp. Deeee-lish.

Proto: We don't want any damn shrimp. We're looking for a bunch of midgets. One of them swears a lot, um ... oh, and another one has AIDS.

Cazz: I see a lot of things ... of course, my memory ain't what it used to be.

Dr Abortion: Would a of George Washington help your memory?

Cazz: Maybe.

Dr Abortion hands over a picture of George Washington. Not money. Just a picture of George Washington. It's a nice picture. Dr A stole it from the TSOB Arena lobby. Cazz tucks it in his apron.

Cazz: Yeah, I saw your midgets. They were here not an hour ago. Then they left. Said something about getting out of here.

Dr Abortion: Parking lot?

Proto: Parking lot. Thanks, Cazz. Here, have a lollipop.

Proto gives Cazz a lolly.

Proto: Enjoy!

Cazz (sucking on his syphilis lollipop): Mmm. Thanks!

Prototype and Dr Abortion head for the parking lot ...


Proto: Well, they're not here.

The parking lot is deserted.

Dr Abortion: No, but neither is my car. The little bastards.

Proto: You think they stole it?

Dr Abortion: I know they did. Hey, what's that?

Held down by a brick, in the spot where Dr Abortion's car was, is a note:

Dear bastards:

We have gone. Gone forever.

Don't try and follow us, because you won't find us. It serves you both right, for being pricks.

Love,

Roe, Wade, and Li'l Proto.

Dr Abortion: I'm going to kill them for this.

Proto: You were going to kill them anyway.

Dr Abortion: Well, this is another reason. I liked that car.

Proto: We can take my motorcar.

Dr Abortion: Hahaha. 'Motorcar'. Hahaha. You Limey bitch.

Proto: Shut up, and let's go.

Proto unlocks his rusty, lime green Buick.

Dr Abortion: This car sucks.

Proto: Quiet, you. Where do we go?

Dr Abortion: Hmmm. Maybe they went to see their new son.

Proto: Son?

Dr Abortion: It's a long story.

Proto: So we go where?

Dr Abortion: The Midtown Hospital. And step on it.

Spluttering, and with a loud series of backfires, the Buick rumbles down the road ...


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