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 ||The scene opens to the Byward Market in downtown Ottawa. The sidewalks are glazed from the freezing rain that has been punishing the city for several hours. The rain has started to stop, but people everywhere are slip-sliding on the shiny surface covering the concrete as cars only a metre away spin their tires in a desperate attempt to find traction.|| ||Weezle emerges from an LCBO outlet with a bottle of Forty Creek whiskey in one hand and, of course, Tree in the other hand. As Weezle nearly falls from his first step out the door he lets loose some rather "colourful" words.|| Bap! BAP! Stupid freezing rain. Don't like slippy! ||Weezle carefully makes it back to his rental '89 Aries, and after several tries finally gets the car started.|| BAP! Krappy K-car... ||Weezle gets out of the car, trying not to fall, and starts scraping off the windows with Tree.|| Baaaaap! Darned ice! Hey, least you not scraping ice with face. Sorry Tree, but cannot find scraper. You look in trunk? ...No... Cause that where you put it! Oh well, almost done now. BAAP! ||Weezle finishes cleaning off the windows and gets back in the car. After putting it into drive, Weezle eases the car out of its parking spot and onto the road.|| Guess we have to go pack. *gasp* We going on trip?! Treeee! What do we do for living? Umm... wrestle? Well, we try to. And who employ us? Ooh! Ooh! I know... OWF! ...Bap! I mean Ewa!! Good. Now, what happen every Monday? Ehhhh... you go to that funny smelling store and rent videos with crosses on them? Well, they not exactly crosses... Ah! No, we have Oblivion. Ahhhhh yes... Who up this week? Azreal. I see... No you don't! You no have eyes!! *sniffle* Meanie. It true... and I not cry when you say I have no leaves. Heh, you jealous... AM NOT!!... no eyes... Stoppit! Ok, ok. Now, we need to work on plan. Ok, how this. You hit him more than he hit you, and if have to, I hit him too! Hmmm... that just might work! Tree, we gonna give him a lesson, and it won't be for tap dancing! Yeah! It be for ballroom dancing!! Ye--wha? No! BAP! We gonna give him lesson in hurting. We give lecture, with fist, and he take notes, with body! That way we all win! Well, he won't. Oh, yea. Good point Tree. ||Now out on the highway, Weezle and Tree sit in silence for a few minutes before Tree breaks the silence.|| Why no more talk shows? I don't think they like that you hit Jim Rome. Yarh... his own fault... Yeah... plus, it be funny to see you take on Regis. Beh, I could take him. Any plan for escape? No, we should pick up win sooner or later... Oooh! You mean No eXscape! No, nobody love us. Not even Sherri? I thought that was her job. BAP! No talk aboot Sherri! Okay... So we not going then? We will, don't worry. Sure they put us on. ||Weezle and Tree go back into silence for the rest of the trip. Finally Weezle arrives at his house.|| Hmmm... feel like forgetting something... Ravyn? ...Ohh my GOD! I LEFT RAVYN IN OTTAWA!! Bap! No, she not ask you to get something? Beh, I don't know. If it that important it be written down. ||Weezle grabs his LCBO bag out of the Aries and enters his house.|| Ello Ravyn!! Did you get my prescription filled? What? My prescription? You know, at the drug store?! ....Maaaaybe... *tsk* You didn't get it, did you! ...No. Not my fault! If you want it done, shoulda written it down for me! I did. I wrote it on the calender, I left a sticky-note on the steering wheel of the car, I left a note in your front pocket, and I left a note in your wallet. I even stapled a note to Tree! ||Weezle turns Tree around and finds a piece of paper with 'Pick up prescription for Ravyn at Rexall' stapled into Tree.|| Aww... that musta hurt. It be ok... as soon as we crack open that bottle! You bought booze?! ...Yeah... It sweet! There extra money in wallet!! THAT WAS FOR MY PRESCRIPTION!! ...Oh... Ah well, it all be worth it. ||Ravyn storms off to bed as Weezle and Tree crack open their bottle of whiskey to get ready for Oblivion.|| |
