Little Collins tugs on Rodney's shirt. "Can I play too?"
LITTLE ANGEL: *squeal* I'M SURE!!! *bursts into laughter*
COLLINS#2: That's discusting! Don't refer to my Angel like that!
KT quickly snatches the Michael Jackson action figure back and pulls the string. "Aw, Wilson, you can't sell this! Creepy as it is... it's kind of cute." Then she starts bopping her head to 'Thriller'.
"Mmm... see, I wish my name could sound as provocative as that," Frank mumbles, kissing up and down Hedwig's neck. "But no... I just sound like a hot dog... unless that's supposed to be a symbol for something else..."
Green looks disgruntledly upward. "Look, random freaky lady. Thanks for your concern, but I'm sort of about to go back to making out with Mark again as you can see by my near lack of shirt. Or. Hmm. You know, actually, I really hope you can't see. But anyway, I'll bother with the car later. Unless you happen to know where I can get a Ferrari... 'cause I've always wanted one of those." He grins and then looks back down at Mark. "Yeah... I like that idea. We can tell him we'll let him go if he just buys a new car... maybe HE can buy the Ferarri..."
"I like your name honey." Hedwig says, squealing with pleasure as Frank kisses up and down her neck.
"You know, I've always wanted to have sex in the back seat of a Ferarri." Mark mumbles, sliding his tongue back in Detective Green's mouth.
"Oh... that's fabulous," Frank says, referring to Hedwig liking his name. Or how much he's enjoying having kinky sex with her. Whichever. "No one back at school liked my last name, Furter... they said when it didn't sound like a hot dog, it sounded like 'farter'."
"Mmmmhmmm," Green agrees, rather incapable of talking now that he is too busy eating Mark's tongue. Green then starts slipping his hands down on Mark's ass.
THE VOICE OF NINA-MUN: *uses her mysterious powers to make Green disappear from the car and reappear on the same desert island as Collins*
Green is about to grope Mark's ass, when he realizes that there is air, and as he looks around, he realizes that he is no longer in his car and now trapped on a desert island! "What?!" He looks around confusedly. "Mark? Mark?! Aw, shit!" Disgruntled, Green reaches in his pocket for one of his last few peppermints and starts sucking on it angrily as he looks around and sees Collins #2, along with That Guy. "Oh, hey, it's you! That guy who sorta looked like me. Uh... do you know where we are?"
COLLINS#2: Uh...not really,no. Last thing I remember doing is poking Wilson's light saber and the next thing I know...*gestures wildly*... I'm here! It's nice to see a familiar face,though...
Mark opens his eyes and upon realizing that Detective Green is no longer in the car with him immediately begins sobbing.
"Forget the people at your school honey." Hedwig whispers, pressing her lips against Frank's. "They don't matter anymore."
Little Collins tugs on Rodney's shirt again. "Play with me!!" he repeats loudly.
RODNEY: *picks up Li'l Collins* No, I don't think so. You, sweetheart, need a bath, and then you need to start settling down!
ANGEL: *hears the beleaguered Mark sobbing in the car below and rushes downstairs, where she hops into the car, holds Mark, and pets his hair* Oh, Markie, sweetheart, it's going to be okay! I'm sure he'll come back . . . people randomly disappear and reappear around here all the time, you know. Everything's going to be FINE.
MARK: *hangs out the window* What the fuck . . . ANGEL? *looks ready to cry again*
THAT GUY: It must be my lucky day. TWO insanely hot men stopping by to . . . chat!
"But I already had a bath." Little Collins whines. "See...I'm all wet."
Mark puts his arms around Angel, sobbing into her chest. "But...what if someone kidnapped him...what if I never see him again...what if he's dead...?"
RODNEY: You didn't use soap. See, you've still got dirt ALL OVER YOU! *brushes at Li'l Collins*
ANGEL: Well . . . well . . . then . . . you can stay with my Markie and me, and we'll make you feel all happy and . . . and stuff. I mean, who would know what you like better than your own sexy self, right? *cuddles and secretly hopes Det. Green never comes back*
"Oh. Great." Green grimaces and looks around, and is then creeped out by That Guy. "No, mister. I'm sorry. I've already got a boyfriend, and I'm not interested in any other sexual activities. Would you happen to know anything about how to get out of here? Or... where the bathroom is?"
"You're right," Frank agrees with Hedwig, "Especially since quite a few of them are dead now anyway... Now where were we?" He then pushes his lips back heavily against Hedwig.
KT moonwalks around Wilson's room and finds something else of Wilson's in the corner. "Oh my God! It's your Comic Book Collection! Wow... There sure are a lot." She starts digging through them, looking through all the various types. "Hey, wait a minute... there's a Playboy magazine in here! Wilson!"
THAT GUY: We don't hide too much here. Just let GO, man!
WILSON: *takes the magazine* July of 1985, babe. I was fourteen, okay? I - oh, hey, I forgot all about HER. *shows off model who looks amazingly like KT* I remember now why I kept this one.
COLLINS#2: *to the guy* Yeah so...anyways...do you know where we are 'cause I kinda miss New York...
JESSE: *starts making out with the corpse of Adam Pascal again*
COLLINS: So are we ready to eat 'cause I'm STARVING!
LITTLE ANGEL: *sees the kiddie table* Ooooo! I love to sit at the kiddie table! *sits down at it*