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
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
