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[quote=study3600]MANAKIN: What? I...damn! It was the droid, I swear! PATME: Manakin, Manakin. It must difficult having sworn your life to the Jedi. Not being able to go to the place that you like...or do the things you like... MANAKIN: Or direct a good skin flick. PATME: Er... Anakin, I really think you ought to get those raging teenage hormones under control. MANAKIN: Hey, look, I wasn't the one who stopped your handmaidens from coming. There would have been plenty of me to go around. Instead, you had to leave them behind. Sorry sister, but the bull stops for nobody. You're gonna have to make do as the harem of one. PATME: Why you....I feel the incredible urge to slap you...and yet...am rediculously and ovulatingly intregued by your advances. MANAKIN: Focus on the latter. PATME: Mmmmm. Maybe I... no wait, it's gone. I shouldn't have done that. MANAKIN: Damn! PATME: No, wait, back again. Horny as hell. MANAKIN: Great! PATME: No, wait. Gone again. We'd be lying to ourselves. MANAKIN: Could you just make up your blasted mind? PATME: I only make up my mind on clothing half-off sales. Anyway, are you allowed to love? I thought that was forbidden for a Jedi. MANAKIN: Attachment is forbidden. Possession is forbidden. Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is central to a Jedi's life. But none of that matters, because I'm just in this for the booty. PATME: Mmmm. Booty. Turn-on. MANAKIN: Turn-on? PATME: Yep. I- wait, impending urge to find someone better. Turn-off. MANAKIN: This is really getting frustrating! (Takes a bite of his food). PATME: Look, if you want me to explain myself, I'm sorry. I'm a woman. Like a man, but without the ration or accountability. JACK NAPIER: RIP-OFFS! MANAKIN: Is that as good as it gets? JACK NAPIER: RIP-OFFS! PATME: Pretty much. What's wrong? MANAKIN: This food. Tastes wrong somehow. Like it's been poisoned. PATME: Oh no! Another assassination attempt? Who could it be? That Bounty Hunter? That Serving Droid? Jar-Jar? MANAKIN: I dunno. Doesn't matter though. Only cyanide. I've spent the last few years building up an immunity. CARY EWWWWWWLESE: RIP-OFF! R2: DRAT! FOILED AGAIN! (Translation: DRAT! FOILED AGAIN!) SC 20 INT. BOARDWALKSCANT-TEMPLE OF DOOM-YET STILL DAY Meanwhile in the Jedi Council... YOGA: Eagerly I await Master Ob-Ewan's report. WINDY: That m*f* Manakin better keep his - YOGA: Went through this we have. For a different purpose,this post is. WINDY: Oh- I..haven't seen Purp in a while, have you? YOGA: Seen him I have not. WINDY: We must unravel this mystery. YOGA:Send out a search party, we must. On alert Put all Republic personelle , set up a five system radius, we must! Alarms go off WINDY: We need Purp. YOGA: If found he is not, all is lost. WINDY: The search is underway. YOGA: Good. SC 21 INT. JEDI ARCHIVES BUILDING THE COST OF NEW: You want to check out the Regis cluster? You still haven't checked in the Kirpoc nebula yet and it' 8 weeks overdue! OB-EWAN: This is important! It could mean life or death! THE COST OF NEW: That's what you said about the Hatmar sector, The Bridget Quandrant and the Kilroy system! You owe over 800,000 credits in late fees, and you keep charging it on your Sith Express. Where the hell did you get that anyway? (reference to TPM HV) OB-EWAN: Jedi business. Look, anyway the planet I'm looking for isn't there and I need to take it to Yoga in the Temple of Doom to examine the data and find out what's going on! THE COST OF NEW: Pay up. OB-EWAN: I'm only carrying 20 credits. THE COST OF NEW: BOYS! Two large aliens grab OB-EWAN by the feet, turn him upside down and shake him. A pile of credits and gold fall to the floor. The aliens set him back on his feet. OB-EWAN: I need all that! THE COST OF NEW: Pay up. OB-EWAN counts out 800,000 and gives the librarian the money, muttering. Whack THE COST OF NEW: I don't like muttering. Besides, your Regis Cluster system does not appear on our records. It must not exist. OB-EWAN: But I trust the source! THE COST OF NEW: There is no way that anything beyond what my narrow mind can perceive could be true. I think you dreampt up this "source". OB-EWAN: I'm going to Master Yoga for a second opinion. SC.22 INT-BURNS' MANORSCANT-TEMPLE OF DOOM-TRAINING ROOM-DAY OB-EWAN comes out onto the training room and stops, watching TWENTY OR SO FOUR YEAR OLDS doing training exercises, supervised by YOGA. BOY WHO SOUNDS LIKE LUKE SKYWALKER: But Master Yoga, with the blast shield down I can't even see. How am I supposed to fight? YOGA: Your eyes can deceive you. Don't trust them. OB-EWAN(quietly):Hmmm... YOGA: Younglings, enough. A visitor, we have. The children turn off their sabres and sit cross-legged in a circle. YOGA: Meet the Bear Clan Mighty, Ewan-Ob sterMa. OB-EWAN: You're worse. YOGA: I ma? OB-EWAN: You're doing that on purpose! YOGA: Yadot Nawe-Bo ffo ssip s'tel! Ah-eey! The kids laugh laugh hysterically. OB-EWAN(cross): Yoga, I'm trying to find the Kablingo system, but it's not in the Jedi Archives. I have the section it's supposed to be in right here, in the Regis Cluster. YOGA: Gnisarrabme woh...gnissarrabme woh. Sah Nawe-Bo Retsam, tenalp a tsol. OB-EWAN: Is this payback for using your famous future death bed line earlier? YOGA: More or less the "Damn Muppet" thing. Anyway, Liam, the shades. Alec, the candles. Harrison, the music. Now, Nawe-Bo, put your data ball on the reader. OB-EWAN, puts it on. YOGA: Now close your eyes and think of your happy place. Go to the center of your place and find Nawe-Bo's missing planet, we will. OB-EWAN fumes. JEDI CHILD MARK: Almost getting it...but not quite...I believe it's time for the Peace Pipe, Master. YOGA: Ah, the peace pipe. Natalie, Jake, go get the Peace Pipe. Carrie, start the drums. Soon Natalie and Jake carry the long, elaborate Peace Pipe and pass it to Mark. Mark takes a long puff and blows smoke rings. MARK: Someone has erased the Kablingo system from the archives, and the person who did it was...was...getting fuzzy... Nat and Jake pass the Pipe back to Mark. He takes another puff. MARK:...still not getting it... He is allowed one more puff. MARK: Uh..damn! I lost it. YOGA: Ah, the mind of a child. Correct he is, Nawe-Bo. Erased your planet has been. Only a Jedi could have erased those files. Hey you two, give Uncle Yoga a puff. And get me my donuts and Surge. Whoo-hah! (It is Sage, by the way, not a drug). He takes a puff, guzzles down his Surge and eats five Bavarian cream-filled donuts. YOGA: HOOH-HA! Dark and mysterious this puzzle is! A wise Jedi once said, "Choose your friends wisely or they will steal your clothes and you will have to walk around naked." OB-EWAN: What the hell?! YOGA (Raises forefinger in air): Exactly. Uoy thiw eb Ecrof eht yam, Nawe-Bo! EWAN: Lost your *******' mind, you have! Thanks for your help. SC 23 EXT - NUHBOO - CITY OF TWEED - DAY Public Transport, which looks basically like a BUS with JET ENGINES attached comes in to land at the TWEED SPACEPORT. We see PATME and MANIKIN walking up the steps of the THEED PALACE. ARTOO is behind them, struggling to get up the steps. MANIKIN carries two heavy suitcases, while PATME carries a small carryall. PATME: I wasn't the youngest queen ever elected, but now that I look back on it, I don't think I was old enough. I'm not sure that I was ready. MANAKIN: (muttering)I'm glad that you're not the queen anymore. I don't think I would be able to carry another suitcase filled with those stupid headresses. PATME: (scowling slightly)What? MANAKIN: Um, I said, it's a shame you're not queen anymore. The people you served thought you did a good job. PATME: Well of course they did. I rescued them from the Trade Federation practically single handedly, armed with nothing more than a hairdryer. MANAKIN: Hey, I was the one that blew up the Droid Control Ship! PATME: (sarcastically)Oh whupdedoo for you. I already had the captured the Velcro of the Trade Federation. The battle was already over. MANAKIN: Why I oughta... GL: Hold it right there! In case you two didn't read the script, you don't get married until the end of the movie. So stop acting like a married couple and stick to your lines. Now let's take it from "The people you served..." MANAKIN: (bored monotone)The people you served thought you did a good job. I heard they even tried to ammend the constitution so you could stay in office. PATME: Actually, I was relieved when my two terms were up. MANAKIN, PATME and ARTOO are magically transported halfway through the CASTLE GROUNDS, even though the conversation has gone no further. PATME: But then the new queen asked me to serve as Senator, since Palpitatine had become Supreme Cameo. She wouldn't let me refuse. MANAKIN: Well, I agree with her. The plot of this film needs you. SC 24 INT - NUHBOO- TWEED- CASERTA PALACE - DAY PATME: If the Senate votes to create an army, I am sure it will push us into a civil war, which will no doubt eventually lead to the formation of a Galactic Empire. SOME BABBLER: It's unthinkable! There hasn't been a war since the formation of the Republic. Uproar from the fans of the Extended Star Wars Universe in the AUDIENCE EU FAN: But what about the Sith War? What about all the Tales of the Jedi comics? Whack GL: My movie, my rules, sit down and shut up. QUEEN JAMTART: Do you see anyway through negotiations to bring the Seperatists back to the Republic? PATME: Not if we want to make Episode Three, no. My guess is they'll turn to the Federation and the Commerce Guilds for help. PICARD: They seek our help? Make it so, Number One. SOME BABBLER: It's outrageous. After four trails at the Supreme Court, Newt Raygun is still the Velcro of the Trade Federation. QUEEN JAMTART: We must keep our faith in the Republic. In the meantime, Patme, we must consider your safety. SOME BABBLER: (looks at MANIKIN)What is your suggestion, Master Jedi? PATME: Oh, Manakin isn't a Jedi yet, he's still a Paddleone Learner. MANAKIN: Hold on a minute. You better recognize, girl. PATME: (ignoring Manikin) I was thinking I would stay in the Lake Country. There are some places up there that are very isolated. Whack MANAKIN: I said you better recognize, girl. I'm in charge of security here. Whack PATME: This is my planet, my people, I think you had better take advantage of my knowledge in this instance, so YOU better recognize! QUEEN JAMTART: I'll see you to your rooms. SC 25 EXT--EMPTY SPACE (You don't get much more EXT than space) Obi-Wan's Jedi starfighter (tm) pulls out of hyperspace and undocks the hyperdrive in a neat little merchandizing doohicky we're sure the kids will all love OB-EWAN: There it is, Palpitatine's spy droid... Droid twitters OB-EWAN: Sorry, F-14. Where was I? Droid twitters OB-EWAN: Right, from the beginning. There it is F-14, Kablingo. Droid twitters OB-EWAN: What? Oh wait you're right, It's over there (Pulls ship about in opposite direction). Starfighter pulls down over Kamino, flying through the rainy weather OBI-EWAN: Wow, lookit all that water! I'm getting a sudden surge of... inspiration! (Opens up glove compartment, pops in tape) Droid twitters OB-EWAN: Stop your pleading! I'm a FANTASTIC singer! Didn't you hear me when I was playing 'Space Truckin' all the way over here?(Music begins to play, and OB-EWAN sings along, actually horribly off key) LIKE A BRIDGE....OVER....TROUBLED WATER.... I WILL EASE YOUR MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND..... Droid twitters louder and louder OB-EWAN: That's not what Nicole said! Cockpit starts to fill with gas OB-EWAN: Hey, what's going on? F-14, is this Carbon-Monoxide? Are you trying to kill me again. Droid twitters OB-EWAN: Tsk, tsk. Silly droid. Killing's for Sith! Droid twitters (Translation: Not for long, if you keep singing) Starfighter docks, OB-EWAN leaps out OB-EWAN: Now sit tight out here in the rain and rust while I go find someplace dry for a day or so. Starfighter blasters shoot at OBI-EWAN, narrowly missing him OB-WAN: F-14... Droid twitters OB-EWAN: Hahaha, silly rambunctious droid (enters city. Looks around to see a very tall elongated alien walking towards him.) OB-EWAN: (Freaks out) AH! What the ---- is THAT???? (Runs back, hits face onto closed doors). ALIEN: Welcome MAster Obi-Ewan, welcome to Tapioca Pudding. I am No We. OB-EWAN: (Stops trying to get away) What? Welcome where? NO WE: Tapioca Pudding. OB-EWAN: That's a food, not a place. NO WE: (Insistantly) It can do both! OB-EWAN: Ok, whatever. Wait, how do you know my name? NO WE: We've been waiting for you a long time. We were beginning to think you wouldn't come. OB-EWAN: You're telling me. Hey, what's up with your face? NO WE: That's not a very polite question. OB-EWAN: I'm scottish, we're not very polite people. NO WE: If you must know, it's a cross between a Stormtrooper and a seal. OB-EWAN: Hm... Something about that name gives me the chills... as if it's going to somehow come back to haunt me....seal, brrrr! NO WE: This way please. INT - TAPIOCA PUDDING NO WE leads OB-EWAN towards the RING MASTER MINISTER'S chambers. NO WE: May I present Lima-Bean Soup? Ring Master Minister of Kablingo. Ring Master Minister, this is Master Jedi Ob-Ewan McNobi. LIMA-BEAN: I trust you're going to enjoy your stay? Would you like some Tapioca Pudding? OB-EWAN: Uh... no thanks. LIMA-BEAN gestures to an empty chair LIMA-BEAN: Please. (OB-EWAN sits.) And now, to business. You will be delighted to hear that we are (pauses) on schedule. OB-EWAN: Oh? Um... erm... that's... um... cool. LIMA-BEAN: Two hundred thousand units are ready. With a million more on the way. OB-EWAN: Oh.. that's really good to know. LIMA-BEAN: Please tell your Master Sid-Vicious, that his order will be met (pause) on time. OB-EWAN: I'm sorry... Master who? LIMA-BEAN: Jedi Master Sid-Vicious is still a leading member of the Jedi Council, is he not? OB-EWAN: Sid Vicious killed himself in 1979, I have no idea what you are talking about. LIMA-BEAN: He did? Hmmm. LIMA-BEAN sits looking confused. After a moment, NO WE walks up and whispers in his ear. He sits up, a look of realisation on his face. LIMA-BEAN: My mistake. Scratch that. Tell your Master Sofa-Dofa, that his order will be met on time. OB-EWAN: Oh, Master Sofa-Dofa. He was killed almost ten years ago. Tragic really. A Bothan sat on him and he suffocated to death. LIMA-BEAN: Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. But I'm sure he would have been proud of the circus we've built for him. OB-EWAN: (suddenly perking up) Circus? LIMA-BEAN: Yes. A clone circus. And I must say, one of the finest we've ever created. OB-EWAN: (sounding hopeful) Tell me, Ring Master Minister. When my Master first contacted you about the circus.. did he say who it was for? LIMA-BEAN: Of course he did. This circus is for the Republic. But you must be anxious to inspect the units for yourself. OB-EWAN: Hell, yes. Just try and stop me! The only question is, where do I buy peanuts?? SC 26 EXT. NUHBOO LAKE RETREAT-WATER SPEEDER- LANDING PLATFORM-LATE AFTERNOON A water speeder driven py PATTY CAKE, the retreat caretaker, docks at the island landing platform. MANAKIN and PATME disembark at the base of a beautiful island in the middle of a lake..whew! SC 27 EXT. NUHBOO LAKE RETREAT-LODGE-GARDEN TERRACE-LATE AFTERNOON MANAKIN an PADME walk up some stairs, and stop at the balustrade, whatever that is. PATME looks at the wonderful scenery. PATME:When I was in Level Three, we used to come here for school retreat. See that island-HEY my face is UP HERE, Manakin! MANAKIN: I was just reading what it says on your shirt, M'lady. 'Babe In Total Control of Herself'. Very clever. Why aren't you wearing a beautiful dress? PATME: DO YOU THINK I WANTED PEOPLE ON THAT TRANSPORT TO KNOW I WAS ROYALTY?! MANAKIN: But it's been hours since you got off the transport! PATME: Flowig dresses that expose my entire back and long brown hooded robes just aren't my style. SC 28 EXT. NUHBOO LAKE RETREAT-LODGE-GARDEN TERRACE-LATE AFTERNOON PATME: Are you going to use one of your Jedi mind tricks on me ? MANAKIN: They only work on people whose minds is like puddy, ready to be molded into any thing I desire. I don't need mind tricks to make you love me..only money! PATME: You're suck a dork ! No wonder you cant get any! Well at lest R-Jelly don?t think the way .... MANAKIN: ( Looking at her with a frown ): Wait a minute...whose R-Jelly ? PATME: ( gazing at the sky with a goofy grin ) : Oh,... you don?t know him, he's a RnB superstar singer, wrote the song space jam.. I was twelve. We was both at the Grammys together, he was...uhhhh a few years older than I... very cute, nasty, braids in his hair, he had a- MANAKIN: ( cutting her off ) : Alright ! Alright !, I get the picture...whatever happened to him ? PATME: ( looking off into space ) : Uhhhhhhhhh, there was some charges against him, something about kiddie Porn and movies he was into, but I went off to become a queen and he went off to...uhhhhhh, become a...inmate. MANAKIN: Maybe he was the smart one. PATME: You really don?t like singers...or politicians for that matter, do you ? MANAKIN : I like two or three...well up to and not including some of my fellows Jedi whose running for office on the D.L., but the system sucks, and the low life scum sucking citizens are suffering because of it. PATME : I'm afraid to ask you how would you have it work ! MANAKIN : Easy ! We tell these punk a** politicians, la rasa, Essay, you know what's gonna happen when we come through ! You either gonna git down, or you gonna lay down !believe me baby, they know what time it is when the N.J.O. come up in here ! PATME : (looking bored ) : Oh, really ? MANAKIN ( getting excited ) : Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, but check this out though, say you get a politician, right ?...and he feeling brave all of a sudden. Y'know starts actin like hes Charles Bronson or something, You take the back of your brightsabre and bash it through his nose pushing it up to his brain ! Then you try to design a punch to make his liver bleed.. Believe me , after that, he'll let you know whether he wears ladies underwear. PATME SIMPLE SHAKES HER HEAD IN DISGUST AS MANAKIN CONTINUES MANAKIN (big smile on his face ): Remember baby, when they're just layin there..on the floor...with blood coming out of their eye sockets...and they're going... ?please, Mani, please....? my reply would be.. ?Hey ! You should have thought about that... before you spilt Palpitatine's drink !? Hahahaha PATME : You ruthless thug ! Thats not how its supposed to go ! Everyone has a right to disagree ! MANAKIN : No one has the right to do anything but obey the laws that was set up by our Republic ! PATME : Thats crazy, and if they don't obey ? MANAKIN ( Getting pissed off ) : Then we are authorized by the executive order of our beloved leader, to use any and all means to make these a******s see the light and the glory of the Lord ! PATME : That sounds an awful lot like a dictatorship to me. MANAKIN ( flashing a mischievous little grin ) : Naw baby, its really a great democracy...you just don't know it ! PATME : You're makin fun of me. MANAKIN ( sarcastic with a wide grin ) : I'm makin love to you, theres a difference ! [color=#000000]PATME : I don't think so ! For one thing , you're a kid to me. For another you're not even on my social level. My friends would think I was a trashy ho, for sleeping with you.[/color] [color=#000000]MANAKIN ( Laughing ) : They already think that ! So why not just be yourself...[/color] [color=#000000]PATME PICKS UP A PIECE OF FRUIT AND THROWS IT AT HIM. THE FRUIT HITS HIM IN THE HEAD.[/color] [color=#000000]THEY GET INTO A FRUIT FIGHT[/color] [color=#000000]SC 29 INT-NUHBOO- LAKE RETREAT, DINING ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON[/color] [color=#000000]BAMBI PLACES DESSERT IN FROM OF PATME AND MANAKIN. THE DESSERT IS A COCONUT CUSTARD PIE FOR PATME AND A LOW FAT CHOCOLATE DONUT FOR MANAKIN , WHO LOOKS AT HIS PLATE WITH A LARGE FROWN[/color] [color=#000000]PATME ( trying to eat her pie ) : What's wrong with you ?[/color] [color=#000000]MANAKIN ( picking up the donut that looks stale ) : what do you think ? Look at my dessert and look at yours.[/color] [color=#000000]PATME ( smiling ) : Manakin, When we was back on Consonant, Ob-Ewan told me that you were on a strict Jedi diet, so I figured that...[/color] [color=#000000]MANAKIN ( looking at her with a frown ) : Wait a minute ! When you and my master went into your bedchambers, all that you and him talked about was my diet ?![/color] [color=#000000]PATME : Yeah, that and also about your trainin and how you progressed, that's all...[/color] [color=#000000]MANAKIN: ( pissed off ) : That's all ? You was alone with him in your bedchambers for 2 hours, what the hell kind of training takes two hours to talk about ?! You couldn't have thought that it takes two hours to say that all I like to eat is low fat stale a** chocolate donuts ?![/color] [color=#000000]PATME: manakin, you?re over reacting, there's nothing going on between Ob-Ewan and I, okay ? So take a chill pill...[/color] [color=#000000]SPLAT !!![/color] [color=#000000]SC 30 EXT. NUHBOO LAKE RETREAT, LODGE, FIREPLACE ALCOVE - TWILIGHT[/color] [color=#000000]A FIRE BLAZES IN THE OPEN HEARTH. PATME IS SITTING IN FRONT OF IT WITH A MEAN LOOK ON HER FACE. MANAKIN IS SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO HER WITH A RATHER DUMB LOOK ON HIS FACE, WITH SWEAT RUNNING DOWN HIS FACE.[/color] [color=#000000]MANAKIN ( looking sad and pitiful ) : Listen, Patme....I'm really sorry for using the force to smash the pie in your face...I...dont know what came over me. Uhhhh can, I...tell you something.[/color] [color=#000000]PATME REMAINS SILENT WITH ANGER IN HER FACE[/color] [color=#000000]MANAKIN ( looking more pitiful and sad ) : can I tell you something ?[/color] [color=#000000]PATME REMAINS SILENT WITH ANGER IN HER FACE[/color] [color=#000000]MANAKIN ( looking down ) : alright I will ask you something.[/color] [color=#000000]PATME ( still not giving eye contact ) : Manakin..don't even try it ![/color] [color=#000000]SUDDENLY THREE MEN DRESSED IN BLACK TUXEDOS COMES FROM BEHIND THE CURTAIN AND BEGINS TO DO A TWO STEP DANCE LIKE THE SINGING GROUP , THE ALLUREMENTATIONS. SINGING BACKGROUND VOCALS PARALLEL TO MANAKIN?S WORDS AS SOFT LOVE MUSIC PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND[/color] [color=#000000]MANAKIN ( getting down on one knee, looking at Patme ) :[/color][i] From the moment I first met you baby..all those years ago,[/i] [color=#000000]SINGER #1 ( singing ) : [/color][i]The moment I first met yooooooou[/i] [color=#000000]MANAKIN :[/color][i] a day hasn't gone by when I haven't thought of you,...[/i] [color=#000000]SINGER#1 (singing ) :[/color][i] Well, well, well...[/i] [color=#000000]MANAKIN :[/color][i] And now... now that I'm close to you again...I'm in agony, baby ![/i] [color=#000000]ALL THREE SINGERS ( singing, while doing the two step dance ) : [/color][i]He'ssss in aaaa gooo nyyyyy ![/i] [color=#000000]MANAKIN : [/color][i]The closer I get to you, the worse it gets.... you know all my friends used to tell me, Manakin...why you such a fool... but you know what I tell them...[/i] [color=#000000]SUDDENLY MANAKIN JUMPS UP AND JOINS THE THREE SINGERS AS THEY ALL SING IN HARMONY[/color] [color=#000000]MANAKIN / THREE SINGERS ( singing ) : [/color][i]That I... am a fooool for your Looooove ![/i] [color=#000000]MANAKIN JUMPS BACK DOWN TO ONE KNEE LOOKING BACK AT PATME[/color] [color=#000000]MANAKIN ( talking again ) : [/color][i]You know, baby ? I'm haunted by the kiss, you never gave me.[/i] [color=#000000]SINGER #2 ( singing ) : [/color][i]You should haaave..... done it... girlllllll ![/i] [color=#000000]MANAKIN : [/color][i]My heart is beating, hoping that the lack of a kiss will not become a deep knife wound to my back with you twisting it deeper, laughing at me as you do it .[/i] [color=#000000]ALL THREE SINGERS ( singing ) : [/color][i]Murderer ![/i] [color=#000000]MANAKIN :[/color][i] You are the stuff men would sell their souls for.....[/i] [color=#000000]SINGER #3 ( singing ) :[/color][i] To the devvvvil...Luuuuuciferrr[/i] [color=#000000]MANAKIN : [/color][i]You are tormenting me....what can I do, baby ?......I?ll do anything that you ask, just...just...[/i] [color=#000000]MANAKIN SUDDENLY JUMPS BACKS UP AND REJOINS THE GROUP[/color] [color=#000000]MANAKIN / THREE SINGERS ( singing ) :[/color][i] Give me your love, DARLIN![/i] [i]Give me your life, DARLIN![/i] [i]GIVE me your heart, DARLIN, Or this heart of mine will die alone![/i] [color=#000000]PATME: I will NOT give into this![/color] [color=#000000]MANAKIN: We could keep it a secret.[/color] [color=#000000]A smile creeps over Patme's face.[/color] [color=#000000]PATME: Yeah, but no, we'd be living a lie. Could you live like that, Manakin?[/color] [color=#000000]MANAKIN:[/color][color=#000000] No, it would destroy us.[/color] [color=#000000]GHOSTS OF ROMEO AND JULIET: [/color][color=#000000]Yep, don't we know it![/color]  [/quote]