Scene 5
Sir Stringalong: Oh, check this out, homies! A whole corner waiting for us just there with real leather seats. That's what I want for my van. I feel right at home here. I wonder if they'd let me stay rent free..
Mr obscurity: I need to stay somewhere rent free, too
BN: me too!
Panda's h: me too! And I need a big TV there, too.
So what are we ordering? I want a pint of lager and I want to sit just below the TV set while I drink it.
Sir Stringalong: I'll have anything that won't give me heartburn/indigestion/headache/ brain tumor. I think I'll have a lemon and ginger tea.
Mr Obscurity: Oh me, too. Tea. Lots of it. And some to take away for my wife, too. She might accept this one if she knows I didn't make it, the cheery, uncaring cow!
BN: I just don't know. I am brassic. I can't even afford a drink for my car, never mind myself. My schmoopie soulmate has me on a budget. She is clever she is, she takes all my time and money because she knows I would only spend it on my kids and I don't need to do that because CB can get a job. I'll get her one if I have to!
Panda's h: Tell me about it! My wife has a job now, too! What is that all about? Why? I bet the kids will be eating beans and pizza every day now. It's all her fault anyway, she is a bad mother. Always trying to tell me that I upset the kids. What planet is she on? She is a bad mother and a bad wife, how is that my fault? She's got a brand new tv now, 3d as well! What more does she want?!!!
Sir Stringalong: Well, mine is a stubborn cow, she won't take money of me because she wants to be fully independent but when she is stuck, she asks me for money. I don't get it, she either wants indepedence or she doesn't! She can let me control her with money one minute and demands respect the next? I think she is in denial and having some form of midlife crisis, she's crazy.
A lot of noise seems to be coming from the people sitting in the dark corner of the room. Cackles and screaching can be heard by the MLCers.
A woman gets up from said table and starts walking towards the mlcers table. She is of a certain age, greying hair and wearing an soldier's uniform. She looks pissed off!
She approaches them:
Sorry, guys, but I couldn't help hearing your conversation-if that's what you want to call it- here and with what I have heard thus far, I can only conclude that you are all Bat$h!te crazy!
What are you all doing here, in Fun town when you should be relieving your wives from parental duties. I am assuming you all have kids with these women?
Sir Strongalong: Yeah, we have, what has that got to do with you anyway? Who are you?
My name is STAYED and sorry, sunshine, but you are not getting away with talking to me like that. Just so you know, that table I came from, I would advise you to stay away from it. Do not even dare looking at us! We do not need your sort round here. This is a well respected establishment and we do not put up with weirdos! And you lot seem to be just that. Weirdos!
This place wasn't called the Hero's spouse for nothing, you know! All those men and women sitting over there with me are all heros and not afraid to defend their patch here, so I suggest you sling your hook with your pussies drinks and only come back when you can act like men, not boys!
Got it?!!
Mr Obscurity: Guys, I think we best go, this place stinks of 'control'!
BN: I'm not driving.
Sir Stringalong: Too right you're not. My Campervan! Not yours! All mine!
Panda's H: Aw, but the tv has only just come on :/
Sir stringalong: Oh ffs, you and your tv! I'm sick of it! Why don't you just shove one up your rear and be done with it.
Panda's h: All right, you! Was that necessary!
Sir Stringalong: Well, that STAYED woman has really got my goat! I have to take it out on someone and you're there!
Panda's h: Fair play, I get that.
BN: She's made some good points though...
MLCERS ALL AT ONCE: OH shut up, BN!
Panda's h: Yeah, just shoved that head of yours in the sand bag with us. You'll feel better for it!
Sir Stringalong: Let's go then, somewhere we are wanted for our great looks, sophistication, emotional intelligence and where there are no middle aged women with a thirst for power. MAKE SURE SHE HASN'T NICKED YOUR MONEY, WOMEN DO THAT ALL THE TIME!!!!
Panda's: All good here. My tv remote is still firmly planted in my back pocket.
Sir Stringalong: Let's go then!
As they prepare to leave, a strange, hooded man comes out from behind the bar.
Hi, gentlemen. My name is : Mr ality. Limin ality. May I guide you toward a place more suited for your needs and wants?
MR Obscurity: We are going to be fine, thank you.
Sir Stringalong: What sort of a name is that? And what do you want in exchange? My money, my soul, my death?
Mr Limin Ality: Sorry to have bothered you, gentlemen. Maybe we'll meet again in the near future. Until then, have fun, make the most of it.
MLCers all at once again: Yeah, whatever dude!
And off they go again.