Post by Homeless Harriett on Jan 1, 2010 10:25:12 GMT -5
(THIS IS A FLASHBACK BEFORE THIS PAST MONDAYS SHOW. I DIDN’T HAVE TIME TO WRITE IT BEFORE)
Homeless Harriett is sitting in a chair she is gripping the arms of it so hard her knuckles were white. All around them you can see travelers bustling about the ariport.
HH: I can’t…we need to drive. Seriously guys is it that big of a deal?
War Wolf: Yes, Harriett we have to fly to Mexico. We’ll be going overseas soon, you won’t have a choice but to fly over there. So this will be like a band aid.
HHL A band aid?
WW: Well yeah, get over your fear with this shorter flight before you’re on a plane for like 14 hours or something.
HH: I can’t do it War Wolf. I really can’t. I’m sorry.
WW: Damn it Harriett! We are going. Get your sorry ass up and let’s go or we’ll miss the flight.
Harriett looks up at War Wolf with tears in her eyes and her lips curled.
HH: I’M NOT GOING!
WW: What the hell! (throws his hands in the air) Ichabod, do something….
Icky: I have an idea, come with me boy.
When the guys leave the room Harriett loosens her grip on the chair and puts her head in her hands. She continues to mutter and mumble while the guys are out. When she hears the door open again she sits up and grips the chair again.
War Wolf: You do know I could just pick up the chair and carry you that way?
Harriett’s head whips towards him and a look of horror on her face.
HH: You wouldn’t!!!
War Wolf just shrugs.
Icky: We found you some pake, Harriett. War Wolf assures me its very good.
HH: Hey isn’t that the stuff that got you locked in that room?
WW: (Shudders) Yeah, the torture room. Do you realize how long I was in there with that awful Christmas music playing over and over and over and over… (Icky smacks WW on his back) uh sorry…just eat the pake, trust me.
Harriett picks up the fork and begins to eat the pake. And soon it is all gone.
HH: That wasn’t all that bad actually, thanks guys. But I’m still not flying.
Harriett crosses her arms over her chest.
WW: (whispers to Icky) Why isn’t it working?
Icky just shrugs and looks a bit concerned.
WW: (whispers) Maybe we didn’t use enough. Machine said it should be enough but…. I guess we go with plan B.
Icky: I don’t like plan B.
War Wolf walks over to Harriett and pulls her to her feet. She immediately begins to struggle.
War Wolf: Damn it. I’m not going to drag you on the plane.
As soon as Harriett stops struggling War Wolf brings back his arm and socks her right in the head, she slumps to the ground. WW grabs her before she hit’s the ground. He then tosses her over his shoulder and looks at Icky.
WW: Let’s go.
Homeless Harriett is sitting in a chair she is gripping the arms of it so hard her knuckles were white. All around them you can see travelers bustling about the ariport.
HH: I can’t…we need to drive. Seriously guys is it that big of a deal?
War Wolf: Yes, Harriett we have to fly to Mexico. We’ll be going overseas soon, you won’t have a choice but to fly over there. So this will be like a band aid.
HHL A band aid?
WW: Well yeah, get over your fear with this shorter flight before you’re on a plane for like 14 hours or something.
HH: I can’t do it War Wolf. I really can’t. I’m sorry.
WW: Damn it Harriett! We are going. Get your sorry ass up and let’s go or we’ll miss the flight.
Harriett looks up at War Wolf with tears in her eyes and her lips curled.
HH: I’M NOT GOING!
WW: What the hell! (throws his hands in the air) Ichabod, do something….
Icky: I have an idea, come with me boy.
When the guys leave the room Harriett loosens her grip on the chair and puts her head in her hands. She continues to mutter and mumble while the guys are out. When she hears the door open again she sits up and grips the chair again.
War Wolf: You do know I could just pick up the chair and carry you that way?
Harriett’s head whips towards him and a look of horror on her face.
HH: You wouldn’t!!!
War Wolf just shrugs.
Icky: We found you some pake, Harriett. War Wolf assures me its very good.
HH: Hey isn’t that the stuff that got you locked in that room?
WW: (Shudders) Yeah, the torture room. Do you realize how long I was in there with that awful Christmas music playing over and over and over and over… (Icky smacks WW on his back) uh sorry…just eat the pake, trust me.
Harriett picks up the fork and begins to eat the pake. And soon it is all gone.
HH: That wasn’t all that bad actually, thanks guys. But I’m still not flying.
Harriett crosses her arms over her chest.
WW: (whispers to Icky) Why isn’t it working?
Icky just shrugs and looks a bit concerned.
WW: (whispers) Maybe we didn’t use enough. Machine said it should be enough but…. I guess we go with plan B.
Icky: I don’t like plan B.
War Wolf walks over to Harriett and pulls her to her feet. She immediately begins to struggle.
War Wolf: Damn it. I’m not going to drag you on the plane.
As soon as Harriett stops struggling War Wolf brings back his arm and socks her right in the head, she slumps to the ground. WW grabs her before she hit’s the ground. He then tosses her over his shoulder and looks at Icky.
WW: Let’s go.
