Intraview Part Four.
By Kapok
In the atmosphere of the tense moment, the entire studio falls silent
Piccolo: (glares at camera) No, I’m not. (coolly)
Saba: So… do you have anything to say to my arch-rival-for-Glamour-Kapok?
(At this point, Kapok climbs back on stage. She strides over and punches Saba, who flies backwards and lands unconscious)
Piccolo: (raises one eyebrow) you got a pretty good swing.
Kapok: (coolly) and you got pretty green skin.
Piccolo: but I’m an alien. Little green men kinda stuff.
Kapok: their skin is more grey than green.
Piccolo: -gulp-
Kapok: (jaw drops) don’t tell me I’m right?!!
Piccolo: (really desperate) THAT’S IT (yelling) YOU’RE ALL TO WEAK! I’M DUMPING YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FOREST UNTILL YOU GET STRONGER!!!
Saba: (jumps up) –gulp- I thought this might happen!
Kapok: So did i. So I came prepared. NO MATTER WHAT YOU ARE, I WILL DEFEAT YOU, SLIME MOULD!
Saba: (sidelong glance) you remind me of someone…
Piccolo: (staring Kapok in the face) Wanna bet? (Dangerously)
Kapok: (shrug) sure.
Piccolo: actually… I have no worldly posessions… to speak of . . .
Kapok: what about the fate of our adoring public?
Piccolo: woah… your smart… will you be my agent? I need to republicise, espically scince I want to be re-voted –
Kapok: -later. I must distroy you first.
Piccolo: Fine. Here? Now?
Kapok: I don’t see why not. And you know this way you can’t back out of it. Stop putting off your swift demise, EL PLANTE’ !
( the audience has divided into three groups;
for Piccolo – a mixture of men and women, who want to be “in the woods” with him…er, it.
For Kapok – good looking guys and the intellectuals
For Saba – her parents “you know we’ll always support you sweetie!
Kapok and Piccolo circle each other. Staring into each others eyes. Growling.
Half an hour later.
Piccolo leaps forward, foot outstreached, intending to make contact with Kapok’s head. But she dodges, and in the same movement, reaches into her bag and pulls out – A SALT SHAKER. Sprinkles Piccolo. He sneezes.
Kapok: Ha! I knew you wern’t a slug! It you were, that salt would have shrivelled you up! (Triumphant laugh. Piccolo frowns)
Saba: I know that laugh . . .
Piccolo: what if I was a SEA slug?
Kapok: firstly, your not. And seconly, even if you were, salt at that concentration would dry you out.
Piccolo: That’s It! You Die!
Rushes at Kapok, who calmly blocks with one arm, other reaches into her bag . . . and pulls out . . . a jar full of . . . Wool lice and termites!
Piccolo: NOOOOOO! You Win! I forfeit!
Kapok: (grinning) mind if I ask why?
Piccolo: ARRRRGH!!! (jumps and flys out newly made hole in studio roof.)
Saba: (looks around messed up room, and audience, who are all so shocked, just sitting there like zombies, except for Saba’s parents, who wave to her – “hey, Saba! – that’s my girl!” ) OooOoh – Kkaayy . . . (smiles to camera) we’ll take an Ad break now. To find out how Kapok knew, come back after. To see if Piccolo is out rounding up an army of fellow plants, intending to come back and storm the studio, keep watching. To watch the confrontation between me and this so called “Kapok” , don’t change the channel. (keeps smilng at camera for a moment. Then turns away) MAKE UP! Get This Bruise Off My Face, NOW! (Camera cuts out. Ads come in.)
So . . .
WHO is Kapok, Really?
HOW did she know
WHAT Piccolo really was?
WHEN will they meet again?
WHERE has Piccolo gone?
WHY is Saba so annoying?
Tune in next Time, for the next exc-
CUT!
(Directors board snaps) take four.
Sigh. Well. Ova 2 U.
RE. ME.
Part 5
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