All eyes are on you as you noisily clear your throat–they all know what’s coming next!
“Oh boy, speech time, huh, sis?!” Nats chirps excitedly! Damn right it is, you reply with a nod and a grin!
https://youtu.be/VTsD2FjmLswYou’ve lost some good people, you begin as you sweep the crowd with determined eyes. Friends, allies, players, both living and undead. Some to bullets and bombs, others to sheer boredom and dislike of the shitty choices we vote-err, made. But whoever they were, they did everything they could to get us here: to the final bout!
Sybil nods and Mitzi even stops reading her magazine for a moment to listen!
They didn’t start this fight, you add, that’s all on those colossal FUCKSTICKS SONNY and BORIS! TIM did a lot too, but you want everyone to be clear once we hit the talk show circuit, so…. Yea!
The film student’s eyes light up at the words ‘Talk Show’!
Anyways, you continue, they might have started this whole thing, but you’re ENDING IT! THEY DREW FIRST BLOOD, but you’re FINISHING THE FIGHT!
You pause for claps, but nothing comes. Guess people are cold. That or you gotta say a little more. You never asked for this, you sigh as you dramatically shake your head in disappointment, and you’re sure no one else here wanted to join either!
“You DID kidnap me, y’kno-”
SHUT UP, ART! What you’re trying to say is that when life throws a lemon tree at you… you, uh…
“... plant it?”
“C-cons-construct a lem-lemonade stand?”
No, damn it, you make shit with it, okay? Denise was pretty close, but… look, no one asks to have a lemon tree thrown at them, but you’d have to be a complete idiot to just leave it there! You can make, like, smoothies with those!
“Sorbet, maybe.”
“Lemon meringue pie?”
Sure, whatever! Are they even listening to you right now?
“It’s pretty cold, Stan.”
FINE, you snarl, you’ll get to the point!
>CONTD. 