Warning: first, go back and read the previous installment! This is a serial dialogue, in which the true chilling nature of a dangerous situation is laid bare. We now continue.
Narrarator: In our last installment, our casual lovers made a shocking discovery.
Ed: It's "narrator."
Narrarator: I prefer "Narrarator" - "narrator" is stupid! I don't narrate, I narrarate!
Ed: There's no such word as "narrarate" - it's "narrate."
Narrarator: That's just stupid. That's not how people say it. Go out and listen to how people really talk if you want to get a real ear for the language.
Ed: Suit yourself, but why are you even in this? This is supposed to be a dialogue, isn't narration kind of intrusive and superfluous?
Narrarator: It's philistines like you who killed film noir.
Ed: Guilty, your honor. But it was all over a no-good dame...
Narrarator: Shut it, smartass. Fact is, this is a very long and involved scene, picking up from where we left off in the last scene, and there isn't a stitch of dialogue in it.
Ed: Ah. Oh. Okay. Nor a stitch of costuming, I see.
Narrarator: Well, yeah.
Ed: Well okay then. Let's just watch.
Narrarator: That's the way I like it. Narrarator omniscient!
Ed: Keep it down, though OK?
Narrarator: Sure. Sure.
Ed: ...
Narrarator: ...
Ed: So, what's the deal here - the premise with these two - sex but no love?
Narrarator: Indeed. So far it's working out great for them!
Ed: Well I'm happy for them! I love to see two people making it work in a situation such as we have here, in a world like this.
Narrarator: Oh yeah. Make it work.
Ed: Wow! Look at that.
Narrarator: But yet...I can't help but feel...that there could be trouble brewing for our intrepid two...
~ CONTINUED IN PART 3!!! ~
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