Part Four
(in their room, Terrance is typing speedily away on her laptop while Kit hovers behind her, eying the equipment distrustfully)  Kit: (baffled) Wh-what? Terrance: We could try to blast her in the machine, but that might do damage to someone else's computer... Kit: (confused) Uh- Terrance: Or, if I really wanted to I could manage to save her as a file on our computer and then we could figure out what to do... Kit: (amazed) Hey, uh- Terrance: No! I've got it, you'll like this! I'll compress her, maybe do some re-arranging and you can interrogate her! (swivvels around to do just that) Kit: (astonished) Just one question... Terrance: (swivvels back) Yes? Kit: (awed) You can do all that? Terrance: (slightly annoyed) Of course I can! (Terrance types a few things and a tiny, fat lady pops out of the computer. Kit resists the urge to laugh and tackles/grabs her.) Kit: (laughs) Look at it! It looks so stupid! It's all fat and frowny and lumpy! (laughs some more) (The Cole gets an arm free and punches her in the eye.) Kit: Holy Jesus, Mother of God! Terrance: (calmly tying up the Cole) I don't think that's possible, Kit. Kit: Freaking-if I get a shiner, say we got in a fistfight- Terrance: (rolls eyes) What would we fight over? Kit: (delicately poking at her eyes) Which of the Castaways were shagging... dibs on Gilligan and the Prof... Terrance: (to the Cole) Tell us who your evil master is or I'll make you listen to her all night long... Cole: (in a Russian accent) No Way in Hell... (The Cole self-destructs, aiming herself at Kit. Smoke fills the room and an explosion is heard. ) Terrance: (gasps) Kit! Are you okay? Kit: (from the opposite wall) HOLY SATANISMO! DAMN COMMUNIST BROKE MY NOSE! (The smoke clears and Kit is seen holding her bleeding nose. Terrance stalks over to her. ) Terrance: It'll be fine. And just because she's Russian doesn't mean she's a follower or Lenin's doctrine- Kit: (giving her a dark look) Yeah, you're just saying that because you weren't beat up by a lumpkin... stupid friggin' piece of nasty-ass doughy crap... Terrance: (smiles) Buy you dinner? Kit: (brightens) Hand me a tissue and let's go, partner! Terrance: (V.O.) I think I'm starting to get the hang of this. |
