slimy descent through the door. There is light up ahead, possibly the end of the tunnel... They pop out of Uteri one after the other as an astonished Ichor looks on.
Ichor:
What the fuck is this shit?
Uteri, dazed with pleasure and startled out of her reverie:
What?
Ichor:
Some shit just popped out of you. What the fuck are you?
Firebirds:
We aren’t shit, asshole.
They look at each other and their Thumbelina size.
Firebirds:
What the fuck?
Ichor:
This is some sick shit. You dirty bitch. What are you?!
Enraged, Ichor goes to attack Uteri, fangs bared. He lunges just as the Firebirds take hands and project fireballs onto him. His skin begins to sizzle. He screams in pain and turns as the Firebirds slowly regain normal size. They stand their ground, take hands and hurl another set of fireballs, this time at his face. He lurches at them. They separate, and he runs flaming across the room. Uteri concentrates on her hormones and in a few seconds, he is knocked out cold. They pat out the flames and leave him in there to wake up and find his own way out.
Uteri, stepping over him:
Fucking freak.
10:55 P.M.
The camera follows the three Firebirds and Uteri back over the stone-book creek. The Firebirds “ooh” and “ahh” over the path. They all introduce themselves and thank each other for the help. As they are turning the corner out of the creek, Habanilla, the spicy-skinned car-jacker, puts her hands out for them to stop. She walks up to Galactic Canary and puts her palms on either side of her head.
Habanilla:
Give me your wallets or I’m going to blow her head off.
Cherry Thrush and Cerulean Amazon look at each other, take hands and fire a flame missile at Habanilla’s head. She drops to the ground. Uteri and The Firebirds take hands and walk out.
10:56 P.M.
The camera moves to Barren who had just gone to the bathroom, and now can’t find Saline and Dioxin back outside where she had left them. Her E is hitting her hard, and she is having a difficult time keeping up with the now-overwhelming pace of the party. As Barren walks through the foyer she sees the red leather couches, and decides to sit down for a while.
Barren, voice over:
Where the hell are they?
She closes her eyes and sinks further back into the plush couch.
Barren:
Ooh, this is so comfy.
Barren lies back and fishes in her pocket for the lollipop Saline had given her earlier. The music vibrates through the couch and her body. She has never felt so wonderful and so safe. It feels as if nothing in the world could harm her. She feels a thud on the couch next to her. Barren opens her eyes.
Viking # 1/Dirk:
Hi there. How are you feeling tonight? Are you rolling?
Barren:
Mmmhhhhhmmmm.
Viking #1/Dirk:
I have the perfect thing for you...do you like Vicks?
Barren:
Huh?
Viking #1/Dirk:
Here, just sit up for a second. You’ll love it.
He takes out a Vicks inhaler and begins blowing through it over Barren’s eyes and nose, and then through her mouth. She feels the mentholated air enter every pore of her body, clearing away all cares and problems.
Barren:
Oh that feels sooo good.
Viking #1/Dirk:
It’s the menthol. Do you smoke?
Barren:
Umhmmmm.
Viking #1/Dirk:
Here try a Newport, it’ll feel so good in your lungs.
Viking #1/Dirk takes out his pack and lights cigarettes for both of them, since Barren would be incapable of managing hers on her own.
Barren:
This is so cool. I feel all tingly inside, like it’s in my fingers and my hair. I just love this. So much fun. Thank you so much, you are so nice.
Barren takes another deep puff on the menthol.
Viking #1/Dirk:
Is this your first time on E?
Barren:
Yeah it’s so great. But I can’t find my friends.
Viking #1/Dirk:
It’s okay, I’ll take care of you.
Viking #1/Dirk begins giving Barren a backrub. She is in ecstasy. She has forgotten she was ever with people other than him.
Viking #1/Dirk:
Do you want some more E? It’ll be a present...
Barren:
Really? You
Ichor:
What the fuck is this shit?
Uteri, dazed with pleasure and startled out of her reverie:
What?
Ichor:
Some shit just popped out of you. What the fuck are you?
Firebirds:
We aren’t shit, asshole.
They look at each other and their Thumbelina size.
Firebirds:
What the fuck?
Ichor:
This is some sick shit. You dirty bitch. What are you?!
Enraged, Ichor goes to attack Uteri, fangs bared. He lunges just as the Firebirds take hands and project fireballs onto him. His skin begins to sizzle. He screams in pain and turns as the Firebirds slowly regain normal size. They stand their ground, take hands and hurl another set of fireballs, this time at his face. He lurches at them. They separate, and he runs flaming across the room. Uteri concentrates on her hormones and in a few seconds, he is knocked out cold. They pat out the flames and leave him in there to wake up and find his own way out.
Uteri, stepping over him:
Fucking freak.
10:55 P.M.
The camera follows the three Firebirds and Uteri back over the stone-book creek. The Firebirds “ooh” and “ahh” over the path. They all introduce themselves and thank each other for the help. As they are turning the corner out of the creek, Habanilla, the spicy-skinned car-jacker, puts her hands out for them to stop. She walks up to Galactic Canary and puts her palms on either side of her head.
Habanilla:
Give me your wallets or I’m going to blow her head off.
Cherry Thrush and Cerulean Amazon look at each other, take hands and fire a flame missile at Habanilla’s head. She drops to the ground. Uteri and The Firebirds take hands and walk out.
10:56 P.M.
The camera moves to Barren who had just gone to the bathroom, and now can’t find Saline and Dioxin back outside where she had left them. Her E is hitting her hard, and she is having a difficult time keeping up with the now-overwhelming pace of the party. As Barren walks through the foyer she sees the red leather couches, and decides to sit down for a while.
Barren, voice over:
Where the hell are they?
She closes her eyes and sinks further back into the plush couch.
Barren:
Ooh, this is so comfy.
Barren lies back and fishes in her pocket for the lollipop Saline had given her earlier. The music vibrates through the couch and her body. She has never felt so wonderful and so safe. It feels as if nothing in the world could harm her. She feels a thud on the couch next to her. Barren opens her eyes.
Viking # 1/Dirk:
Hi there. How are you feeling tonight? Are you rolling?
Barren:
Mmmhhhhhmmmm.
Viking #1/Dirk:
I have the perfect thing for you...do you like Vicks?
Barren:
Huh?
Viking #1/Dirk:
Here, just sit up for a second. You’ll love it.
He takes out a Vicks inhaler and begins blowing through it over Barren’s eyes and nose, and then through her mouth. She feels the mentholated air enter every pore of her body, clearing away all cares and problems.
Barren:
Oh that feels sooo good.
Viking #1/Dirk:
It’s the menthol. Do you smoke?
Barren:
Umhmmmm.
Viking #1/Dirk:
Here try a Newport, it’ll feel so good in your lungs.
Viking #1/Dirk takes out his pack and lights cigarettes for both of them, since Barren would be incapable of managing hers on her own.
Barren:
This is so cool. I feel all tingly inside, like it’s in my fingers and my hair. I just love this. So much fun. Thank you so much, you are so nice.
Barren takes another deep puff on the menthol.
Viking #1/Dirk:
Is this your first time on E?
Barren:
Yeah it’s so great. But I can’t find my friends.
Viking #1/Dirk:
It’s okay, I’ll take care of you.
Viking #1/Dirk begins giving Barren a backrub. She is in ecstasy. She has forgotten she was ever with people other than him.
Viking #1/Dirk:
Do you want some more E? It’ll be a present...
Barren:
Really? You
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