“What do you call that thing?” Dirk asked.
“What thing?” Sheila sighed.
“You know, this thing. Right here. Look. The tendon, or whatever, that is on every drumstick I've ever eaten.”
Sheila looked away. “I don't know. I don't really care.”
“I just realized: I've been eating chicken my whole life, and I still have no idea what this thing is. It's weird.”
“Dirk, you need to listen to me. For once in your life, listen.”
Bob rushed in, out of breath. “Holy crap! Have you seen it? Did you hear?”
“What's the problem, Bob? You're early!”
“Hey, Bob. You don't know what this thing is called, do you?”
“I don't know what to do. It's unbelievable! They're coming – they're coming now!”
“Couldn't you have waited? Is five minutes too much to expect? I was just about to tell him...”
“Tell him? Who, me? Tell me what?”
Bob's eyes rolled in his head as he paced. “That doesn't matter now. Don't you see? We have to go now. If we don't go now, they'll catch us here.”
Sheila's voice grew shrill. “It doesn't matter now? It doesn't matter now? That's not what you said last night. That's not what we said this morning.”
“I don't know what you two are on about. I'm just trying to eat some chicken, and figure out what this chicken part is called. I wonder if I could look it up at the library...”
“There's no time for the library! There's no time for anything! Get your stuff – we have to go now. Is there anything you need from here?” Bob cried.
“I need you to stop all this drama and wait. We agreed that you would let me handle this.”
“What is it, Bob? What's going on that has you so upset?”
“We're probably all going to die! You have to come with me now, because I'm leaving now.”
“Hey, stranger. I was wondering when a ride would show up.”
“Tabitha? Where did she come from?”
“Did you just come from my room? What were you doing back there?”
“Don't be so modest. We had some drinks last night, but surely it didn't erase all of your memories... Bob, honey, let me just grab some clothes and I'll come with you.”
“Why is she calling you honey?” Sheila whirled to Dirk, “Why is she wearing your shirt?”
“That should be obvious, dear. I'd love to stay and explain it for you, but Bob seems so ready to go and I don't like to keep a man waiting.”
“You're right. I'm leaving now. It may already be too late...”
“Hey, are those my pants?”
“Yes. They feel almost as good on me as they did on you.” Tabitha winked, and took Bob's arm. “Oh, have you been working out? I'm impressed...”
Bob shrugged her off. “I don't want to leave without you, but I'm going to go now.”
“Where are you going?”
“You're not going anywhere!”
Bob's eyes widened at the loud noise outside. “They're here! Save yourselves!” he sobbed, running out the door. Tabitha ran after him. “There, there, Bobby. Tabby will make it all better...”
“You slut! Whore! Bastard!” Sheila slammed the door.
“What am I supposed to do without my pants?”
“What thing?” Sheila sighed.
“You know, this thing. Right here. Look. The tendon, or whatever, that is on every drumstick I've ever eaten.”
Sheila looked away. “I don't know. I don't really care.”
“I just realized: I've been eating chicken my whole life, and I still have no idea what this thing is. It's weird.”
“Dirk, you need to listen to me. For once in your life, listen.”
Bob rushed in, out of breath. “Holy crap! Have you seen it? Did you hear?”
“What's the problem, Bob? You're early!”
“Hey, Bob. You don't know what this thing is called, do you?”
“I don't know what to do. It's unbelievable! They're coming – they're coming now!”
“Couldn't you have waited? Is five minutes too much to expect? I was just about to tell him...”
“Tell him? Who, me? Tell me what?”
Bob's eyes rolled in his head as he paced. “That doesn't matter now. Don't you see? We have to go now. If we don't go now, they'll catch us here.”
Sheila's voice grew shrill. “It doesn't matter now? It doesn't matter now? That's not what you said last night. That's not what we said this morning.”
“I don't know what you two are on about. I'm just trying to eat some chicken, and figure out what this chicken part is called. I wonder if I could look it up at the library...”
“There's no time for the library! There's no time for anything! Get your stuff – we have to go now. Is there anything you need from here?” Bob cried.
“I need you to stop all this drama and wait. We agreed that you would let me handle this.”
“What is it, Bob? What's going on that has you so upset?”
“We're probably all going to die! You have to come with me now, because I'm leaving now.”
“Hey, stranger. I was wondering when a ride would show up.”
“Tabitha? Where did she come from?”
“Did you just come from my room? What were you doing back there?”
“Don't be so modest. We had some drinks last night, but surely it didn't erase all of your memories... Bob, honey, let me just grab some clothes and I'll come with you.”
“Why is she calling you honey?” Sheila whirled to Dirk, “Why is she wearing your shirt?”
“That should be obvious, dear. I'd love to stay and explain it for you, but Bob seems so ready to go and I don't like to keep a man waiting.”
“You're right. I'm leaving now. It may already be too late...”
“Hey, are those my pants?”
“Yes. They feel almost as good on me as they did on you.” Tabitha winked, and took Bob's arm. “Oh, have you been working out? I'm impressed...”
Bob shrugged her off. “I don't want to leave without you, but I'm going to go now.”
“Where are you going?”
“You're not going anywhere!”
Bob's eyes widened at the loud noise outside. “They're here! Save yourselves!” he sobbed, running out the door. Tabitha ran after him. “There, there, Bobby. Tabby will make it all better...”
“You slut! Whore! Bastard!” Sheila slammed the door.
“What am I supposed to do without my pants?”