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Edited on Mon Jun-07-10 05:49 PM by Mojeoux
* The Havoc of the Mother (version #1)
a short play by Mojo P. LoveJones (of the Michigan, Lovejones) :popcorn:
Scene: A BP Executive's private corner office in Austin Texas. There is am almost empty bottle of Brandy, and he holds a snifter. The EXEC sits at his desk staring at a monitor showing one individual after another cursing and condemning BP. Sometimes they diss Obama and he makes drunken grunts of approval.
He hears a noise and feels a brisk wind as "MOTHER NATURE" comes gliding through the air. She glides right through the window and hovers, facing him, grim faced and glowing shafts of rainbows, on the other side of his desk.
MOTHER NATURE : "Do you know who I am, boy? "
EXEC: "Are you a gggghost?"
MOTHER NATURE: "No you idiot, I'm Mother Nature!"
EXEC: "My .........Mother?"
MOTHER NATURE: "I'm EVERYBODY"S Mother. I'm the Mother of the Planet"
EXEC: "Are you fucking floating!!?"
At this MOTHER NATURE reaches over and swaps the EXEC in the head with the huge branch of a tree that has just appeared in her hand. WHOPP!
EXEC: "Ow Ow Ow Ow!"
MOTHER NATURE: "Now SHUT up an listen. You've ruined my beautiful Gulf of Mexico. How are you going to make this right?"
EXEC: "Ow Ow Ow! I've got splinters in my nose!!!"
MOTHER NATURE: "Oh Shit, thats it! "
MOTHER NATURE totally loses her temper and swirls into an explosion-like hurricane of black and white hot sparks that sand and grind the EXEC almost down to his skeletal remains. MOTHER NATURE resumes her ladylike floating form and surveys the damage done. Suddenly,
MOTHER NATURE: "Before I forget!"
And SSLLLPATTT!, MOTHER NATURE is gone and the bloody-almost-skeleton of the EXEC and his desk is covered in 300 gallons of gooey gross oil tar. One still confused eyeball of the EXEC shows. We hear the start of a scream and ...............
THE END
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