[[Nathanial got evicted from his body. Not the best of things to be said going into a title match. But, nonetheless, Nathanial's counterpart took control of the situation, and expressed himself to the fullest. And when we last left Nathanial's counterpart, he was sitting in a...
[[Grave. Nathanial is sitting in the grave, holding his head...]]
Nathanial Rezno Glore: What the hell are we doing in this grave?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Remembering.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Remembering what? The time you die...oh wait, we're alive.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Parts of us are Nathanial, parts.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Parts? Like...is my arm dead?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: No...your arm is not dead.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Whew...I liked my arm. Whoa....my penis isn't dead, is it? Dear god... say the penis isn't dead!
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Nathanial, when I say parts are dead, I mean spirtual parts.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Oh...that's a relief. I mean, it's not like we use those parts anyways.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Perhaps not you Nathanial, seeing how they are drowned in alcohol. But I...I use them religiously.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: But we aren't religious.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Metaphors Nathanial, you humor me with your ignorance.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: I've always been told I'm a class clown.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Indeed Nathanial, you are truly a specimen to be laughed at.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Always doing my best,
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Always trying. Very good. Explains alot Nathanial.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: It doesn't explain why we're sitting in a grave.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: I think we've already discussed that.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Was I here?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: You brought it up...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: But was I here?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Of course you were, why with the stupid question.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Stupid?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Nevermind Nathanial. Here...take this god forsaken body of yours, you really have demolished this thing.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: I do my best...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: You've ruined my physically fit body.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: You left...I got to take over.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: You sat in on my body...you squatter.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Listen...we can discuss this til the cows come home...or we can let me have back my body.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Fine Nathanial...take it. You've destroyed a perfectly good body.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Yea yea...get moving poindexter...
[[Nathanial's eyes roll back into his head...and then he starts to crawl out from the grave...and the next time we see him, his apartment door is opening, and Dhite rushes towards him...]]
Dhite: Where have you been? We've been missing you so much.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: How long have I been gone?
Dhite: A few days...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Wow, that's quite a while.
Dhite: I know...so where have you been?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Well..I originally went to buy cowboy clothes...
Dhite: Cowboy clothes? Why did you want to buy cowboy clothes?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Well...I wanted to do something Mr. Belvedere wouldn't let me do.
Dhite: But...a cowboy? You could have done so much more...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Yea yea...tell me something I don't know.
Dhite: Why? Did someone already tell you that?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: You don't see me with the clothes, do you?
Dhite: No...I guess not.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Ask me why that is.
Dhite: Why is that Nathanial?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Because the lady helping me out talked me out of it.
Dhite: Well that's not good business...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Yea, I think she got fired. Poor girl.
Dhite: Well, that explains for a few hours, what else happened?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Oh, yea. Well...he took over.
Dhite: He?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: He.
Dhite: Ohh....your counterpart.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Yea, he decided he wanted to speak his mind.
Dhite: Did he?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Well...I did find myself in the bottom of a grave.
Dhite: A grave? Why were you in a grave?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: If I knew...would I have been in the grave?
Dhite: I don't know Nathanial...was there beer in the bottom of it?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: I didn't see any...but my head hurt.
Dhite: So he was thinking again, was he?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: I think so Dhite...I think so.
Dhite: That bastard. Who does he think he is, thinking and everything.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: I don't know why...it's horrible. He hurt my head Dhite...he really hurt my head.
Dhite: I know sweetie...I'll go get you something to help it.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Tylenol?
Dhite: No baby...I'll get you some beer...
[[Dhite stands up off the couch...and walks over to the fridge...]]
Nathanial Rezno Glore: I mean...he thinks. What a loser, I mean...that's why I have people think for me. Mr. Belvedere! Mr. Belvedere..could you come here?
Dhite: Nathanial...remember that Mr. Belvedere isn't here.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Ah man...fucking Lawson. I'd kill the bastard if I could think...
Dhite: But you don't have anyone to think for you.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: That's right Dhite...I just couldn't remember how to word it.
Dhite: That's alright hunny, just take your beer here and drink up...
[[Dhite hands Nathanial a case of beer...and Nathanial cracks open one...]]
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Ah...sweet alcohol. Sweet, sweet alcohol.
Dhite: That's right Nathanial...drink up, and forget about your thinking.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: You're so nice...
[[Nathanial tilts his head back and downs one beer...]]
Nathanial Rezno Glore: So...what have I missed while I had both feet in the grave...
Dhite: Nathanial, don't say that...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: What? It's true...I was sitting in a grave.
Dhite: I know, but it doesn't sound very pleasing...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Alright...what was I missing when I was sleeping in the grave?
Dhite: Umm...JD has begun a collaboration with MADD to campaign against alcoholism, and you.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: MADD?
Dhite: Mothers Against Drunk Driving.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Never heard of them...they an uprising group?
Dhite: I do believe they've been around a while Nathanial.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Well that's not cool...but, I don't drink and drive.
Dhite: I know Nathanial, but I don't think they care.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Well they should, because I'm not a harmful drunk. I'm a happy drunk.
Dhite: Of course you are sweetie.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Are you mocking me, bitch?
Dhite: No...I'm not.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: God damnit you whore, what the fuck are you doing talking back to me!? I'm a happy fucking drunk...not a violent, ill-tempered drunk!
Dhite: I know hunny...but you're scarying me.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Heh, yea...see, if I were a drunk like that, then sure, I'd understand bashing.
Dhite: Oh...you were acting?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Of course I was, what, did you think I wasn't?
Dhite: Nathanial...you were very scary.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Ah...well, I may as well give them something to complain about. I mean, I don't know why they hate me. I don't drive, I don't drink and drive. Why should I be singled out?
Dhite: Because you put a negative influence on children.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Me? Negative influence? Shouldn't I first have some type of influence?
Dhite: I suppose so Nathanial.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: So...in reality, they're complaining about my imaginary negative influence.
Dhite: I suppose they are Nathanial...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Did you hear that?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: I heard that Nathanial...and I do believe I can respond to them.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: You can?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: I can respond to anything Nathanial...I just need the body.
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Alright, you can have it...I'm half drunk anyways...
Nathanial Rezno Glore: That's all I need.
Dhite: Nathanial, who are you talking to?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: Nathanial went out for a while you dirty hermaphradite.
Dhite: Huh?
Nathanial Rezno Glore: You heard me...get out of here...I have business to attend to...
[[Dhite slowly backs away from Nathanial...and then runs out the door, as an "eviillll" laugh flies out of Nathanial's mouth...and the camera fades to black...]]
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