catatonicanon | [19] Audio Broadcast

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[19] Audio Broadcast

There's a sound of bed sheets rustling, a soft shift of fabric that has been washed to thinness. It's noisy here, the sound of footsteps walking, people talking, strange machines beeping and distant sneakers squeaking by.

Something shifts the bed sheets and the sound of a tiny baby whining in protest is heard over the radios. The bed creaks, the baby whines.

"You know what, Vic? He looks like a Denzel."

The voice is female; tired, young and distracted.

Footsteps approach and this time the voice is a young male.

"I thought we agreed on Brian?"

In the distance, someone begins to scream. The sound is drowned out by the woman.

"But he looks more like a Denzel. Besides, I like Denzel. Don't you like Denzel?"

"Yeah, yeah, do what you want."

"Heh heh! Denzel it is then! Hi, Denzel! I'm your mommy!"

The bed sheets shift, machines beep, a woman screams and shoes squeak on by.

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A carrot. Orange. But apples are not orange, and cigars are not either.

No. I said nothing that could be taken that way at all.

ERGO! Sometimes a pipe is just a pomegranate.

~I hear it in your TONE.

That'll be fifty laps around the ionosphere, soldier!

TEN HUT!

But a pipe is for smoking and a pomegranate is for eating and sometimes drinking and also growing. A pipe is never a pomegranate.

I am good at laps, but I am best at them on the ground.

And a Tree is never in a BOWL.

Shhhhhhhhhh, Fruitbowl. Your thinking is too bright! The baby is sleeping. He rocked himself to sleep.

Then run run run run run run run run run run run run run till your feet hit China.

A pomegranate can be carved into a bowl and turn into a tree. A pipe has a bowl and can be made from a tree. So in that case a pomegranate can be related to a tree.

Is he sleeping peacefully?

I do not know where China is.

Outside thinking! It will get you everynowhere.

His sleeping is DISTURBED. The bar man slipped him a Mickey and he woke UP.

FRUITBOWL! Come closer to the speaker! I'll tell you why!
Because I've never heard my baby before.

And China is below your feet of course.

It is very complicated. I am not very good at it.

How do you slip someone a giant cartoon mouse?

That makes a sort of sense because we are all trapped here and do not remember what came before, correct?

The ground is below my feet. China is ground?

Practice! Practice! Practice!

You can do anything in the HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH!

[she laughs] The little mice haven't been sharing the cheese. More like I bet Nothing's cut the cheese. That rat! You tell them Fruitbowl! Tell them, I said SHARE!

DEEPER. GO DEEPER.

I do not think practice is all that safe, though. Sometimes safe is good, is it not?

I saw that it was called that. I am not sure why, though I did enjoy it. I would not mind seeing it again. I do not think we have rides like that back home.

[He works to sound confused.] The mice? Nothing? Nothing is a rat? Who tells them to share?

[There's a long pause as he's trying to figure out exactly what she means. He's not sure, so it should be safe.] The Yard is China?

What do you got got lose? I lose socks all the time! I just keep spare pairs in my other cocoon.

You wouldn't? CHALLENGE ACCEPTED! ~It's a world of laughter, a world of juice!!~

I changed my mind. Nothing is a ROACH. At the end of the world there will cockroaches and Cher. Tell them Tamarindo says so!

Who decided that the 1st floor should be the 1st? Maybe the 5th floor is really the first and--WERE ALL WALKING UPSIDE DOWN!!

If socks are all I have to lose, then it is not bad at all.

Challenge accepted? [Resisting every urge to pursue that. He'll know more if it does come back.] I enjoy challenges! They can be exciting!

Tamarindo? Cher? Nothing is a roach? So Nothing will survive? Or Cher will?

Our hair would stick up if we were walking upside down. [A beat as he considers Bell.] Everyone's hair would stick up if we were upside-down.

That's the spirit!

Yes! I ACCEPT! I will build you a maze before the little boy goes back to sleep! After all I haven't spread my wings in a very long time.

Names don't wear them out! But I hear it's become fashionable to wear last season's moniker. Both! Maybe! Who knows for sure! I didn't expect the Bar Man, so you shouldn't expect Cher.

I KNEW IT! WE ARE UPSIDE DOWN! WE ARE IN A LAND DOWN UNDER!

Splendid!

I look forward to it! And you are saying that the little boy would not like mazes? Wings can be very lovely things.

Like some still calling me Youth when I am Gai. Though now you have given me a new moniker. ...And the barman did not survive, from what I read.

Under what?

Have you ever seen the Gray Man leave the branches?

Fruitbowl is a better name! Youthful fruit guy! He caused a wave. I wonder what he did?

UNDERWHERE? [she laughs]

[There's silence here because she just confirmed a guess and he couldn't react, couldn't afford to react. Then he's under control and focused again.] I have not. But he died in the Wilderness, and so he's left them.

You can call me that if you would like, though I do not think I will introduce myself like that. It is not as easy to remember as Gai or Youth. I do not know what he did. I hardly ever spoke with him.

Under the sphere?

Just so the Fruitbowl has a banana for me, I'm fine with whatever you call yourself.

[There's a confused pause for a moment, and then Gai is sputtering.]

I... what... this is... Bell! This is hardly the time!

Fruitbowl has a DATE! I told his boi not to let Fruitbowl show him his BANANA!

Don't worry though! It is guaranteed FRESH!

Fresh? I think we've already popped that cherry.

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Not to distract or detract from the SRS WORLD PLOT TALK going on...but.

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Whatever Cancer's in

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Missing all the innuendo to focus on one thing whee

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