The first part is something I wanted to write the second part, which I’ll indicate by saying “SECOND PART”, is something that came along in my boredom at the bar last night.
It’s called ….
“Don’t be nervous, you’re going to be fine”
“I’m not nervous.”
“It’s ok to be nervous.”
“I’m not nervous, where’s my knife?”
“Over on the parchment where you left it.”
“Did you touch this?”
“You did! You got finger prints all over!”
“I haven’t touched it!”
“Well how’d finger prints get all over?”
“I don’t know! Would you calm down, it’s going to be fine.”
“I’m. Not. Nervous.”
“Well anxious then, just calm down, you’re burning a hole3 in the floor.”
“Ok, it’s just that if the dark lord – would you come through nine levels of hell for a dirty dagger?”
“It’s going to be a mess anyway, Alex. There’s going to be blood and sulfur everywhere.”
“That’s not the point, Rose!”
“I’m just trying to help!”
“I know, it’s -- just – just don’t. “
“Oh, Satan. Don’t cry. I didn’t mean it.”
“Yes you did. You did.”
“No, I didn’t, it’s just that the whole gang is going to be here and I’ve never summoned anything before.”
“But. You said. In college...”
“I made it rain once, it was a phase.”
“Will you please come out of the sarcophagus if I promise to behave? We’ve only got two hours and the altar isn’t dusted.”
(Looking back through, this whole thing is a lot more similar to Gothic Love than I wanted it to be. Wanted it to be about stage fright more than anything else. Didn't quite turn out that way. I will edit.)
C’mon Alex, don’t be nervous. Irrational. Don’t be irrational. You’re going to be fine. Remember the tapes. “You are the authority. You are in control. You are the authority. You are in control. Deeeeeep Breath. And. Exhale. Shake it up. Shake! Shake out those nerves. Here we go. Shake ‘um!” What is taking her so long, that passage is only three pages. C’mon Rose. Everybody knows you went to Emerson for Drama. Lets hurry it up before you lose the crowd. Oh, shit. Shit. Did I close the vents? That’ll ruin the smoke! You dumb fuck what are you doing? This is so over your head. There still time to ditch, there’s still time to ditch there’s still time to
“ – Von Darksome!” Shake it!
“Ahem, uh-huh, ahem.
Welcome everyone. WE gather here tonight to AHEM. Ahhhh hmmmmm! Excuse me. No, no, I’m fine. Something is just, HumMHMMF. Tea. Tea! Rose! Pst. Rose! Tea! HemmmmHEM!
OH. Oh. Hm. Hmmmmmmm. Sip. Hmmmmm. Ok. I’m so sorry. Ahem. Phew.
So. I’m Garrulous Von Darksome. Hi. Hello. You have gathered here this evening to -- Satan’s Horns! Bill, C’mon. C’mon Bill. Cell phone? Kill the cell phone, bill. The dark lord is – Yeah, there you go. I don’t care. Shut up.
We are gathered here today to welcome the end of days. To ride horses to the center of the earth. To destroy from within and we do so with Kamarak the Defiler. We will now spill the blood of our enemies. Bring out Jerry!
“Minions, this is Jerry”
“Minions, please honor Jerry.”
“We honor you for your blood, Jerry. I hope those shackles aren’t too tight. ‘I was sacrificed for the dark lord and boy are my arms tired’ eh minions, right, because the shack -- PREPARE TO DIE JERRY!”
“Now the drums! Now! (The red button. The red button and then the drum button.) NOW! The drums! Yes! We use Jerry’s blood and this ancient parchment to summon the evil one from his nest below us. Goodbye Jerry.”
“Jerry of Vista Drive”
“Jerry of Winnebago in front of Bill’s house for almost ever.”
“Hail!”“Jerry of encroaching Elm root structure!”
“Jerry of far too local Herbal Life sales route!”
“Now the Knife! Now the Parchment! Ready the scotch guard! Haillllll JERRRY!”
“Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!”
We urgently request the pleasure of your company at 347 Diston Avenue. We honor you with the blood and death of Jerry Malone, Local Dickhead. Please come soon so that we may end the planet.
We’ll be in the basement, the lights will be off, but we’re here.
Your faithful Servant,
Garrulous Von Darksome.