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CaptainWacky

I want to smell dark matter
Amy: This is insane!

Scientist: Don't kill me, Hitler, don't kill me!

Hitler: ME KILL, ME KILL...

Amy: Stop! I'll hit you with a banana!

Hitler: What!?

Scientist: Yes, the banana!

Hitler: My one weakness, NOOOOO!

(Amy hits Hitler with a banana and he explodes.)

Amy: I did it!

Scientist: Whooo!

Amy: His one weakness!

Scientist: Yes, but how did you know?

Amy: Well, I designed him, didn't I?

Scientist: No, I did...you sill potato.

Amy: I...this...what...uhh...

(Amy wakes up. She's in a dark room. A very dark room. She starts to cry.)

Amy: No, it can't have been a dream, it can't have been...I was out of here...there was a robot Hitler...please...

(The door to the room cracks open. Amy tries to get up and make a run for it, but is too weak. Besides, she's handcuffer to a radiator.)

Amy: No, please...LEAVE ME.

Scientist: It's time Amy. Time for a tickling.

Amy: You monster...YOU MONSTER. You...scientist...

Scientist: My name is Mark, Amy, I told you that before.

Amy: You're not human! I remember...I remember you telling me everything about you. I spit on your name! You're not human, Mark, you're a freak of nature...you need help...YOU NEED TO FUCKING KILL YOURSELF.

Mark: That may be true, but I've always been scared of death. Now, why did you call me a scientist? Been dreaming again? You told me before, how you dreamed of freedom...you should let such dreams go, Amy.

Amy: No, please...at least let me have hope!

Mark: I wouldn't lie to you, Amy. I love you.

Amy: Then let me go!

Mark: I can't. You've seen my face. It's too late, now. When I kidnapped you, I knew what I was doing. I knew we would be together forever. Don't you see? I knew. I could lie and say I was planning to let you go, but then you saw my face and ruined it all. The truth is, I never tried to even hide my face, because I knew it my hart I'd never let you go...never...

Amy: You don't love me.

Mark: I do. This is the only way I can love. I'm not like you. I'm not perfect and human and beautiful. I'm a monster. I accepted that. I acted on my impulses. But I held myself back! I didn't kill you, I'm so proud of that. I didn't rape you. I'll never do anything that horrible. Just the tickling...I need that. It makes you laugh.

Amy: Please...please...

Mark: TICKLE TICKLE...

Amy: STOP IT. STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE A RETARD, AS IF THAT CAN EXCUSE WHAT YOU'VE DONE! You know perfectly well what you're doing...

Mark: Yes, you're quite right. I know. I know. But I'm still going to have to tickle the shit out of you. Then masturbate so furiously that it might even kill me. I suppose if it does, there's a chance someone might find me, hear your screams and set you free. Or you could just starve to death. I don't want that to happen. I'll try not to die.

Amy: I'd rather be dead than live like this.

Mark: Things will get better. You'll get used to me. You'll stop dreaming of freedom.

Amy: I dream of a robot Hitler.

Mark: Hmm. Well, you can have that one. And I'll make your room more comfortable. I'll get you a proper mattress, but you a tv even! Give you some more light...you deserve that. You're so good, so pure, so beautiful. TICKLE TICKLE.

FIN
 
I hope Amy gets to watch BB!

great creepy story, btw.
 
But who is the real prisoner: Amy...or Mark!?
 
Mark is the prisoner of his tickling fetish, and possibly there's a real robot Hitler. WHO KNOWS BUT YOU WACKSTER?
 
But who is the real prisoner: Amy...or Mark!?

Both.

Prisoners of love
Blue skies above
Can't keep our hearts in jail
 
I feel bad about leaving her there.
 
You can always write of her escape.. and maybe SHE builds a robot Hitler to torment Mark someday.
 
*Sigh* Everyone should have a Robot Hitler.
 
Amy Acker can play her in the SHORT FILM.
 
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