EVAN: Oof! *stumbles*
*Collins is holding Angel,who suddenly snaps awake. She sits up,stretches and looks around the loft with a bright grin on her face*
ANGEL: I feel so...rejuvenated! *giggles*
*Angel then spots Nina. She jumps up and skips over to her*
ANGEL: You ok,honey?
The corpse of Adam Pascal, who is also deathly afraid of spiders begins wailing loudly. “Nooo… please don’t let it eat me… I don’t wanna die… I’m too pretty!!”
Mark contemplates over whether or not go comfort the Corpse of Adam Pascal but eventually decides against it, figuring his time would be much better spent standing next to Detective green.
Johnny is greatly angered by the fact that his gun seems to have no effect on the corpse of Adam Pascal so he decides to shoot at Anthony instead.
Roger looks over at the corpse of Adam with his typical face of confusion. "What the hell? I thought you were already dead! Why don't you just die, clone?" He then realizes that Johnny has decided to shoot Anthony instead, and starts cheering. "Yay! Now I won't have to be confused anymore, and I'll know that my Mark is right here--" he looks at Mark as he says his name, but sees that Detective Green has now put his arm protectively around Mark's waist. "--being stolen by Detective Green!"
Green rolls his eyes at Roger. "I didn't /steal/ him, boy! You said I could have him for an hour, so get over it!" He looks back at Adam's corpse. "But Mr. Whiny over there has a point... the spider can't hurt you, because you're already dead. Now can you tell me at what time you found yourself in our bathroom?"
KT, meanwhile, is very disturbed that Johnny has just shot Anthony. Freaking out, she runs over to Anthony. "Oh my God! Anthony! Are you okay? Tell us you're not dead! I swear, I won't make you watch The Notebook if you're okay! Don't die!"
Cha-Cha sits miserably at a table. "Guns make me think of Walt which makes me feel sad!" she whines.
The corpse of Adam Pascal checks his watch, which, like himself has been dead for 11 years. “Err… yeah, I’m not really sure of the exact time but if I had to guess I’d say somewhere around 11:34pm last night.”
Mark smiles to himself as Detective green wraps his arm around his waist. Checking his watch he realizes that he has now been with detective green for well over one hour, which he has no intention of telling Roger.
Johnny feels bad for upsetting Cha-Cha so he bakes her a triple layer chocolate cake with pink frosting.
NINA: NO! ANTHONY!!!!! *forgets about the spider and runs screaming for Anthony; rips his shirt open*
RODNEY: *looks ready to protest until he sees the bullet wound, then looks ready to faint*
NINA: Okay, um, we need, we need . . . *traces bullet path* Okay. This is a graze. You got lucky, babe. We need towels. CLEAN towels. Two or three of them. *bunches up Anthony's shirt and presses it against his side* And some gauze . . . and some alcohol.
WILSON: What do we need alcohol for?
NINA: *rolls eyes* Disinfectant, dumbass. And a pair of handcuffs.
ANTHONY: *weak but still feeling okay enough to joke* Hey, now that's kinky.
NINA: Not really. You were just shot by a guy who's still in the room, and we've got a cop here. He needs to be arrested.
ANGEL: *gasp* Johnny,honey! Why did you DO that?! *is horrified*
COLLINS: *nods* Yup. THAT is why I hate guns,ladies and gentlemen.*shudders*
NINA: Angel, Evan, can you guys help me?
ANGEL/EVAN: Of course!
*they go scattering off in different directions. Moments later Angel returns with towels,Evan returns with gauze and alcohol.*
MIMI: Um...here...*hands Nina her prized handcuffs*
COLLNIS: Does he need painkillers?
MIMI: I've got those too....
NINA: Thanks. Go put these on Johnny, would you? *sighs* I'm sorry, sweetie, but that's the second time . . . and Anthony, babydoll, I'm really, REALLY sorry about this, I know it's gonna hurt, but if we don't do it you could get seriously sick . . . *pours vodka over the bullet wound*
WILSON: *pins Anthony's arms*
ANTHONY: *emits painful-sounding gasp* Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!
NINA: And can somebody hand me my backpack? I've got some Percs in there.
Johnny rolls his eyes. "That was a prop gun you know...it's not real, see? He then turns the gun around and shoots it at himself. Nothing happens.
NINA: *points to Anthony's bloody side* Then explain THIS, Mr. It's A Prop Gun. That's a bullet wound. I should know. I've seen them before.
WILSON: . . . WTF?
NINA: I live in hunting country.
WILSON: Ahhh . . .
ANTHONY: *has started to take on a dreamy-eyed, moriphine-induced look*
Johnny sticks his figer in the bullet wound. "Hmm..just as I’ve suspected…. It’s corn syrup dyed red."
NINA: Riiiiiiight. Then why did it keep seeping out of his skin when I poured the vodka over it?
ANTHONY: Oohhhhhhh . . . *waves hand weakly over head* Butterflies . . .
WILSON: Oh, god. He's high.
NINA: Percodan's a downer. I give him about ten minutes before he goes Sector Nine on us.
WILSON: Sector what?
JESSE: *panicing* What do we do?!
ANTHONY: Mmmmmmmmmmmm . . . I'm sleepy.
NINA: *puts reassuring hand on Jesse's arm* He'll be fine now, I think. We got him patched up. He'll just have to take care of it until it heals . . .
Johnny Depp suddenly appears in the bathroom, more than a bit surprised that he’s already there. “Okay…um… what’s going on here?? Why are there two of me???”
BENNY: Oh wow...
Mark uses his free hand to grasp Roger's arm. "Will you stop doing that?" he hisses. "I don't like this jealous side of you...just let me and Detective green be, he clearly needs my help in um... finding things out and stuff."
The Johnny clone starts baking chocolate cakes at a rapid speed, handing them out to everyone in hopes of having them forgot about Anthony
The real Johnny depp is still greatly confused as to why there are two of him, and why Anthony is laying on the ground all dead like.
The corpse of Adam Pascal, annoyed by all the attention Anthony seems to be getting starts yelling. "What is wrong with you people!! All you care about is Anthony!! What about ME?? I'm the one whose DEAD over here!! Why isn't anyone clinging to ME and telling ME everything is going to be okay??
ANGEL: *hugs the corpse of Adam Pascal* It's ok honey...you want a cookie? *offers one to him*
KT starts pondering exactly what to do. "Yeah... I mean, I can't shoot you or Jesse... That would be cruel. Maybe we can just have someone get really sick... or... get hit with a blowdart?" she adds as Nina gets hit with one.
Green starts to become very frustrated with the situation. "Okay, y'all, WHO THREW THE BLOWDART?" He runs his hand over his head in annoyance, and then looks at the corpse of Adam Pascal. "Look, man, I dunno what to do with you. Just... try and die, or maybe I'll go call up Buffy the Vampire Slayer and she'll slay you." Then he looks over at Anthony and pulls out his cellphone and starts dialing 911.
"Aww, Adam's corpse, I think you need to try some of Johnny's --not sure which one anymore-- fabulous cake!" Cha-Cha suggests enthusiastically, and moves over toward him with the plate of cake.
While Green is busy dialing, Roger continues to bother Mark. "But Maaark. You only knew this guy starting today. He's not even bothering with you right now! And he's always busy, so it's not like he'd even have time for you." He huffs and crosses his arms. "And I'm not jealous. I've just known you since kindergarden and I don't want you getting hurt. And Green has a gun. OH MY GOD, WHAT IF HE SHOOTS YOU?"
"Don't be stupid Roger!" Mark yells. "He's not going to shoot me... he loves me and I love him...and you just don't shoot someone that you love!!! Now please, just leave us alone!"
The corpse of Adam Pascal hugs Angel. "Thanks Angel...you sure know how to make a corpse feel loved!" Once having finished the cookie he turns to Cha-Cha. "Mmmm...cake... I love cake... and I love drag queens!"
EVAN: Oh my god...oh my god....
ANGEL: *gasps as she sees the blowdart drama take place* What the heck?! Where'd that come from?!
"Sure they do!" Roger yells loudly. "So I can't leave you alone! People shoot their lovers all the time! Like.... like... um... like KT! She said she'd do it!"
"Yeah, but I changed my mind!" KT answers quickly. "I'm doing something else now."
Green, now finished with his phone call and having to deal with the rest of the events, procrasinates over toward Mark. "I will be so glad when this is all over and it'll be just me and you, and maybe a nice drink at the bar," he says, taking Mark's hands in his, and completely ignoring Roger's death glare of jealousy.
Cha-Cha giggles as Johnny enjoys his food, and then seeing where Angel's attention is turned, she looks that way too and sees the blowdart drama. "Oh no!" she cries.
Then suddenly she spazzes and checks her sleeves. "Whooops..." she says quietly, eyes wide.
NINA: *is unconscious in Evan's arms*
WILSON: *eyes dart* I think I've seen one of these before . . . *eyes Cha-Cha suspiciously*
ANTHONY: *is unconscious*
RODNEY: Hmm. I hope it's not poison . . . who around here has a blowdart tube?
ANTHONY: Hee hee hee.
RODNEY: *rolls eyes* Oh dear.
WILSON: W. T. F.
RODNEY: He does have this tendency to talk in his sleep.
ANTHONY: Hee hee hee.