Alice sat down in the theatre just before the house lights dimmed. She was wearing her finest velour track suit and hat, which offered a layer of camouflage even greater than that provided by the darkened room. The mango she’d smuggled in to serve as a first-act snack somewhat reduced her level of incognito, as did the litter of kittens she’d stowed underneath the seat. Nevertheless, the other theatre-goers pretended not to notice.
The curtain rose on a solitary figure sitting at a desk stage left. He was picking at a typewriter with one finger. No one bothered to time him and see how many words per minute he could crank out. They knew it was not an impressive amount.
The actor, one Reginald T. Snozzberry, was quite the hit on the local circuit, which consisted of the small town’s theatre company and a restaurant specializing in fried chicken that occasionally offered dinner shows. Alice was rapt as he began the performance of “Repo Man 2,” a straight to regional playhouses production.
Snozzberry, in the lead role of Otto, now an aging man left only with fading memories of intergalactic travel in a Chevy Malibu, stood up and read what he’d typed: “E-I-E-I-O.” And with that opening salvo, the play was off and running.
Well, it was almost off and running, there was still the memory of that other guy he’d encountered while tooling around the cosmos, thinking about plates of shrimp.
“Brake Checked by a Buick” an Angry Commuter story laced with Profanity
— Mrs. Fitz (@PFitzpa) June 14, 2018
The kittens mewled from beneath the chair, but Alice had words for them.
Try to shut up.
It’ll help you relax.— BadFabergé (@ipalatsky) June 15, 2018
She wasn’t expecting this reply.
Don’t misunderstand, I am certain it was something I said.
— J™ (@CommonSavant) June 17, 2018
The audience member to Alice’s right reached down to pet the anthropomorphic kitten.
*ruffles your hair*
Awwww, aren’t you just atrocious?— Annie Hatfield (@HatfieldAnne) June 18, 2018
The cat replied.
I give mean directions whether you want to get lost or not.
— Cat From Nowhe®e (@kv8) June 10, 2018
Meanwhile, on stage, the larger ensemble had gathered. They were having a TV party, for old time’s sake, except for this one character who had loftier plans.
One of my favorite things to do is to hang around a rest stop and bother people for directions while holding a road atlas from 1981.
— FRONT TOWARD ENEMY (@armyVet1972) June 7, 2018
One of the punks dove off the couch and smashed a coffee table. He seemed incredulous.
I can never tell when I’m doing something with impunity. Would I be informed by letter?
— Justin (@ThePocketJustin) June 6, 2018
Alice became keenly aware that this sequel didn’t have much relation to the original, which may be why it didn’t even make it to DVD.
A small disconnect, you’ll hardly notice.
— Dre (@A_gligs) June 3, 2018
That’s when a woman in the front row, flanked by a horde of haunted dolls, rushed the stage to proclaim her undying love for Reginald and propose an outing for the two of them.
My therapist said to stop stalking my favorite actor, but she did not specifically ban me from winning his heart during a high-stakes charity gambling gala aboard a riverboat.
— Julia Gulia (@JRobb773) June 3, 2018
This wasn’t her first attempt, but she was mostly harmless. Reginald was nevertheless bored by her tenacity.
I’ve got my sighs on you.
— David The Stoner (@DBStoner) May 25, 2018
He continued with his performance.
I have put substantial effort into personal change and today I am much, much worse than ever before
— Reticent Turnip (@ReticentTurnip) May 24, 2018
The gent who’d smashed the coffee table took a slug from a bottle with a white label with “Wine” written in black lettering.
*sampling a very, very fine wine, i look up at the sommelier*
it tastes like shrieking— Sunshine Jarboly (@SunshineJarboly) June 4, 2018
Otto’s girlfriend Leila also had something to say.
if someone is standing too close to me in line I just murmer “illuminati transmissions are disguised as air” & my personal space is reclaimed immediately
— Her (princess perfect) Boots (@fuzzlime) June 8, 2018
While another guest of the TV party was compelled to apologize.
First of all, I didn’t “karate chop” your baby. We were sparring.
— Viktor Winetrout (@Cpin42) June 6, 2018
While yet another partyer marveled at all the tenderness on display in the room.
Ahhhhh….the power of love. I need it to run my death machine.
— Casey Duncan (@caseytduncan) June 11, 2018
Alice was curious what these characters were adding to the performance.
I like to put in -10% so the you have the opportunity to give 110%.
— Anna Grace (@graceupongracie) May 31, 2018
That’s when Captain Table Smash got the plot rolling.
You’re in! Don’t forget the secret password, but don’t write it down.
— Mythic Picnic (@MythicPicnic) June 2, 2018
Others were on board with whatever was about to happen, so long as it wasn’t too productive.
I have the ambition and optimism of Wile E Coyote and also the success of Wile E Coyote.
— Cam (@GinAndJif) June 7, 2018
Some were slightly more practical, if still on board.
I’m going to need an alibi, again.
— Trophy Knife (@sarah1mc) June 12, 2018
A newcomer arrived. Otto inquired as to her day job.
Occupation: being collateral damage
— Vodka n Tots (@Vodkantots) June 17, 2018
The curtains closed as the crew prepared for the second act. They rose to reveal the cast had moved from the house to a riverbank somewhere.
*throws a HoneyBaked ham in the river* fishing is easy
— Buddawiggi (@MarkBuckawicki) June 14, 2018
[Note: The character throwing the ham has a specific motivation. Make sure the actor portraying him accurately captures it.]
ruin everything.
— Chewstroke (@chewstroke) June 17, 2018
[Second note: The author who wrote this didn’t know how to write instructions for a play, just make the best of it.]
I’m like a breath of fresh disappointment.
— Lauren Ashley (@Mix_With_Vodka) June 12, 2018
Meanwhile, another cult classic rebooted as a play was taking place at the fried chicken place. Dennis Hopper was directing, but he’d sort of forgotten the protagonist’s raison d’être.
Amelia Earhart said, “adventure is worthwhile in itself” … i like that. also, i hope they never find my body.
— fightgeek (@fightgeek) June 19, 2018
Back onstage at “Repo Man 2,” the action continued and even alluded to the first scene. Alice thought it a miracle.
no matter who you think you are: you are a loser. and a winner. congratulations. you’re duality at its finest. now go out there and be the worst.
— sarah (@girlnarly) June 21, 2018
One of the feds from the first movie appeared on stage. Leila thought he looked familiar.
Excuse me, don’t I hate you from somewhere?
— Jawbreaker (@sixfootcandy) July 22, 2014
He attempted to respond, but Leila cut him off.
I’m too tired to argue. Go on without me.
— Kimtopher (@kimtopher22) June 14, 2018
The kittens roused, a surprising turn in the action awakening their primal instincts. Alas, it was not to be, for the prey had become the predators.
seriously though how cute would it be if hamsters had little chainsaws
— Dorky Romano (@SuperApple80) May 14, 2018
The kittens retreated. It was not to be their day, but they would abide, wait, and watch. An opening would present itself eventually.
It’s not a grudge so much as an awareness marker.
— Mary (@AnniemuMary) June 7, 2018
Leila began to grow tired of reliving the glory days of repossessing cars loaded with alien remains. Otto was suspicious of her attempts to change the subject and why no one else by the river had received the same treat.
The Farmer’s Almanac says we are going to have a rainy springtime and then my wife is going to kill me with some kind of greenish powder.
— Wondering (@stillwondering1) April 28, 2018
[Flashback to the ham at the bottom of the river.]
My life is spiraling out of control like one of those fancy hams.
— Jack Boot (@IamJackBoot) June 15, 2018
[Double flashback: To the baby karate warrior.]
“You mess with the wolf, you get the horns,” I say, 3 seconds before wondering why they’re letting me raise a child
— AsKateWouldHaveIt (@KateWouldHaveIt) June 16, 2018
SCENE.
Never quite sure what horrors await before venturing outside but I would guess the lights dimming prior to my departure may be a good sign.
— Roxy (@laboxalaroxa) June 7, 2018
From the darkness, a heretofore unheard-from narrator makes one statement.
Of course it’s haphazard its your idea
— JOSH BERKOWITZ (@JoshAberkowitz) June 19, 2018
[Act Three: The curtains open to reveal a stage standing on the stage. A man in tights is doing karate and singing incoherently.]
I trust that everyone is following the example David Lee Roth set for us all? Good. Good.
— Rupert Pupkin (@citizenkawala) June 7, 2018
Backstage, the director wondered why exactly she’d chosen that script.
Taking ownership of your mistakes? What kind of nonsense are you talking about?
— Mable Gertrude (@MableGertrude) May 21, 2018
She decided to call an audible.
Use your words or a baseball bat. Whatever works.
— Insignificant Funds (@4SLars) June 18, 2018
She was having a better time than Hopper, who’d been chased away from his own dinner theatre production, and from the restaurant he’d try to go afterward since he didn’t get to eat any fried chicken.
I don’t trust any vehicle I see turning into Applebees.
— heather lou* (@heatherlou_) June 9, 2018
Reginald began to wonder why he’d trusted his sterling reputation with such a motley crew.
Even I’m surprised with what makes sense in my head
— Victoria Sofia (@Ideal_Victoria) June 3, 2018
As such, he made plans to skip the closing night after-party.
once again I must insist that you rock on with your bad self
— Böb Jänke (@Bob_Janke) June 20, 2018
[Cutaway to dream sequence.]
{being pursued by torch brandishing peasants} there’s probably a way your children can be made human again keep the noise down while I think
— village fetish (@botandy) June 2, 2018
Otto explained that the cast was trying to undo the damage done.
I have to admit I was proud and a little scared when that seven year old shook his fist and vowed revenge on me.
— B. (@anerdonfire2) May 24, 2018
Alice moved around in her seat. Every item on her checklist for a solid community theatre production had been checked off, except for the one that said simply “high quality.” She had no delusions, though. For even though she too loved Reginald and considered herself his number one fan, she had no plans to interrupt his performance.
The play ended with the cast loading themselves clown-style into the Malibu. The trunk no longer glowing green, their only plans were to head over to bingo night at the VFW. As they sped off, a song came on the radio. That’s when Alice forgot her previous restraint and leapt onto the roof of the car, disturbing what until then had been a pleasant fake drive for Otto.
He didn’t mind so much, for he’d decided that opening night would also be closing night, though the thud on the roof distracted him from his jam and made him want to cut the performance short. So he did, motioning to the crew member to drop the curtain before his stunning closing monologue.
i can’t even listen to goddamn Culture Club in peace
— Jeff Newton (@yonewt) June 21, 2018
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