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 ||Beethoven's "Symphony No. 7" starts up as the screen fades in. A black/orange background is seen with lime green letters saying "Tea Time With Tree" as the voice of an English announcer comes on.|| And now... Tea Time With Tree. ||The music fades out as the screen changes. Weezle is sitting in an off-white wingback chair with floral designs on it. In his left hand is Tree, and in his right hand is a tea cup, which he sets down on to the oak coffee table with several doilies and a teapot on the surface.|| Hello, and welcome to Tea Time With Tree. This will be our special little place to talk about the important going-ons of the EWA. ||Weezle reaches for his tea cup and takes a sip before setting it back down.|| Mmmmm... yummy. First let's take a short little jog down memory lane. Since opening, I have had my hiney handed to me by nearly everyone in sight. X, Bad Blood, Mike Sinister, Zodiac, Joe the janitor, the lighting technician, the make-up woman, and that special needs child that came to a show through the Make A Wish Foundation. Heh, he ran over you with his wheelchair. Cram it Tree! Anyway, if things go well, Azreal should be eating through a straw in the next 48 hours. You see, Billy, I'm a little TIRED... I'm a little CRANKY... and I'm more than a little PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW!! And if I have to turn into jigsaw puzzle for plastic surgeons to get a little RECOGNITION around HERE... then THAT is what I'll HAVE to DO!! ||Weezle stands up quickly and bumps the table, knocking over his tea cup and spilling its contents onto the table. Weezle looks down as the tea starts to drip off the sides of the table.|| Liquid... liquid... pouring... falling... dripping... splashing... making mess... GOOD!! GREAT!! I hope it happens to YOU! And that the liquid is your BLOOD! And I can feel the warmth and the comfort as it splatters onto my face whilst Tree smashes your nose so it goes four different directions. And as the little droplets start to slowly race down my cheeks... maybe... just MAYBE... one will stop at the edge of my lips... and maybe... just MAYBE... just maybe... my tongue can flick out and capture that little droplet... and bask in the warmth and savour the metallic taste of the Azreal juice... the life sauce... and JUST MAYBE... my lips will form sweet smile... sweet like the sound of your harsh breathing as the air struggles to come into your mouth as the blood struggles to come out... and maybe... just maybe... you will look up at me with your half-shut eyes nearly swollen shut... and you will see the joy... the SATISFACTION... the happiness in my eyes surrounded by that lovely liquid that was once inside your own body, flowing through your veins... supplying oxygen to your muscles and organs to give your body life... ||Now livid and spitting while he talks, Weezle's face has gone a bright red.He jumps up onto the table, crusing his tea cup.|| COMING!!...COMING!!...IT IS COMING!!...IT IS COMING!!... ||Weezle boots the tea pot, sending it crashing against a wall.|| Are you READY?! Are you? Huh? WELL?!? ANSWER ME GODDAMNIT!! ||Weezle starts jumping up and down on the table, causing loud cracking noises to come out of the joints.|| ARE YOU?! ARE YOU?! ARE YOU READY?! IT'S READY!! IT'S COMING!! IT'S TIME IS NOW!! ||Weezle's jumping starts to take its toll on the table, as the legs are becoming increasingly shaky and unstable. Panting heavily, Weezle jumps down off the table and walks up close to the camera, staring into the spit-covered lens.|| ||Breathing heavily, Weezle speaks in a slow, almost inaudible voice.|| It... is ready... It... will destroy... It... is... now... ||The screen fades to the title screen as Beethoven's "Symphony No. 7" starts playing again.|| |
