Green rubs his forehead as That Guy pulls him away. "Thanks, man. But no. It's NOT all good. I gotta get out of here!" He steps away a bit from him looks at Collins #2 "Oh, and I think that craze happens to anyone whether they're stuck on an island or not. Maybe a little bit more if they're on the island, though."
"Fond memories?" KT smirks. "You know, if I took a picture like that, you sure wouldn't need Miss July 1985 anymore."
THAT GUY: Hey, man, I don't know . . . I just, you know, chill out, catch a few waves, work on my tan . . . but I got plenty of time to spend on YOU. *makes another pass*
WILSON: *flicks through the magazine* Yeah . . . you're probably - hey, there's an interview with David Bowie in here!
By the power invested in me Frank and Hedwig are magically transported to the’ magical desert island’ at which Collins #2 and Detective Green are currently stranded.
They are both dressed in tight leather jumpsuits and Hedwig is wearing a Viking Hat.
“Nooooo….” Mark sobs, once again burying his head against Angel’s chest.. “I don’t waaaaaaaaant to!”
Little Collins scoots his chair over next to Little Angel. “Hi!!”
COLLINS#2: *whimpers* I'm scared. I wanna go back to my Angel-poo! *starts wailing*
LITTLE ANGEL: *smiles at Little Collins* That food suuure smells good!
THAT GUY: *looks perplexed* Like, hey, dude, totally, like, chill out, okay? *gives a blinding smile* I mean, come on, we can, like, totally get it ON, man.
ANGEL: *Angel, not being quite as clean as her name implies, smiles deviously and begins playing with the hair at the very back of Mark's neck, knowing that if he is even in the slightest like her Markie he'll go absolutely mad with desire. Based upon this Mark's apparent scarf-love, she assumes that this is the case, as her Markie has always worn the scarf as a defense against those less scrupulous people who would take the opportunity to arouse and then embarrass him to the highest possible degree.*
Green takes another step away from That Guy. "Look man, you better cut that out, or I'm gonna... ostracize you from the island. Or... or I'll shoot you with my gun if I have to!" he says, taking a hold of it in his pocket. "'Cause I have one of those, and I'm not afraid to use it."
Frank takes a moment to stare admiringly at Hedwig. "Have I told you how sexy you are in leather?" he asks, before looking around at the island and spotting the other stranded people. "Hey. You people look familiar. Weren't you just over at--?" He points oddly in a direction, referring to the house which they'd just been in, but shrugs it off and looks at Hedwig. "Well, darling, it looks like we've found some specimins. What do you say?"
KT looks at the interview consideringly. "Maybe if we got a ton of money, you could go buy all the rights to David's songs, like Michael Jackson did with the Beatles. Or maybe you could go get David to sing with you on your album. That'd be nice."
THAT GUY: Like man, chill. *makes a funky hand movement, and Green's gun disappears* That totally doesn't go here.
WILSON: Nah . . . *flicks through more of the magazine* Hey, Stephen King is in here too!
NINA: *is miraculously recovered* Stephen King? WHERE? *grabs the magazine, as she is totally in love with King's amazing literary skills second to none*
Green pats around his suit frantically for his gun now. "Where'd that-- argh, you!" he yells. "How the hell do you expect me to chill when now I'm stuck on an island without the love of my life and my gun, but instead with a guy who kind of looks like me, a strange guy hitting on me, and these leather jumpsuit weirdos?"
Frank stomps his foot and kicks some sand at Detective Green. "We are not weirdos, mister! And I have to agree with... er, that guy over there. You not having your gun would make everything a lot easier."
KT blinks and watches Nina snatch the magazine. "Well. I guess we know what to do next time she passes out."
THAT GUY: *pets Green comfortingly* Man, chill. You need to get some vibes, okay?
NINA: *pouts* This was written before he came out with The Tommyknockers. Damn!
WILSON: *raises an eyebrow*
ANTHONY: Oh god. She's a Kinghead.
WILSON: Excuse me?
ANTHONY: A Kinghead. You know, like a RENThead, only . . . not.
WILSON: Stephen King has RENTheads?
ANTHONY: . . . . sure.
"STOP IT!" Mark yells, pulling away from Angel. "I don't want you touching me! I DON'T WANT ANYONE BUT DETECTIVE GREEN TOUCHING ME!"
"Thanks honey." Hedwig grins, playfully slapping Frank's ass. "You look pretty damn good in leather yourself."
ANGEL: *pulls Mark into another hug and hums softly until he falls into a hypnotic sleep ^_~* Now sweetheart, listen to me. This obsession has to stop. You're just having sex all the time and that's NOT GOOD. You're not eating, you're not sleeping, you're not paying attention to anything. So when you wake up, you're going to be madly in love with Markie, and you're going to do whatever he and I tell you to do, because we're going to do whatever we can to make sure you're as happy as you can possibly be . . . okay?
COLLINS#2: *hides behind Detective Green* What do we do?!?!
EVAN: Oh wow...
***THE FIRE ESCAPE***
ROSARIO: *decides to climb out onto the fire escape and howl because she's bored*
"M'kay" Mark mumbles, his eyes suddenly snapping open. "Wait...what...no...I will NOT fall madly in love with Mark and I will NOT do whatever you two say! I'm In love with Detective Green and only Detective Green and there isn't a damn thing you or anyone can do about it!!"
Little Collins starts banging against the tabletop with his fists. "I WANNA EAT!"
ANGEL: Shhhh, shhhhhhhh, it's okay, I'm sorry, honey. *comforts Mark and pets him until he falls asleep, then leans very close and whispers* But you're going to STOP being so damn sex-obsessed, and that's final!
RODNEY: We're not eating right now, sweetheart. Have some cookies.