This one's to the people that keep bugging me for more. Though it bothers me to no end…keep doing it. I'll listen eventually.
"Soon, very soon, it will be just like home. Oh, it will be marvelous! Mummy will be so proud of me!" Frank said to himself daydreaming how life would be when he got his way, like he always did. Looking over, he noticed that Riff was ignoring him and working seemingly at a snail's pace. Walking over to him Frank pulled him out of the machine. "Won't she?" he snapped.
"Yes…" Riff muttered scowling at the Prince while still holding the wrench he had been using. In his mind he imagined the heavy thing dropping onto the large fro on Frank's head and pondering the possibility that it might bounce. Soon he noted the glare he was getting from the angry transvestite and added, "Master" for safety.
"Good. Back to work now," Frank ordered with a grin letting him go. Riff scampered back to work, for it was the only way to get away from Frank.
Frank rolled his eyes and went back to daydreaming. In his mind the entire population of Earth was faithful followers of his ideals of giving over to pleasure and not just dreaming anything, but actually being it. Deep down he believed that anything could be reached by the average individual and used for the better of all. Everyone on Earth would bow before him for he had given him or her the outlet to express him or herself and be extreme to better the world. He would sit on a throne with his ever present groupie Columbia on one side and his creation, Rocky, on the other, his faithful followers since the beginning. Those that tried to ruin how perfect his world had become, like Riff Raff and Magenta, would suffer at the hands of the people. They could decide their fate like the Romans had done in the beginning of the current era. Perhaps his mother, the Queen, could have Earth as a nice vacation spot so he could see her. It would be everything he could dream for. It would be a Utopia, a perfect world.
"Frank!" Riff snapped tired of calling him for the last few minutes.
"What is it Freaky?" Frank growled, hating to be torn from the image inside his mind. He looked over and noticed Columbia was waiting at the lift. "Yes Columbia?"
"Well Frankie, I'm bored. Could I watch Riffy for a little?" she squeaked nervously.
"I thought you were watching Magenta," Frank said not sure of what to make of her. Before it seemed she was deathly afraid of Riff and now she seemed to actually want to be there. "I assume so. I do need to get out of these waterlogged clothes. Fine. Watch him and be sure he WORKS!" Frank snapped causing Riff to jump, dropping his wrench into the machine. Now chuckling with amusement Frank winked at Columbia and made his exit to take a nice long bubble bath.
Columbia hesitantly made her way to Riff who was muttering obsinities under his breath as he worked. Gently she tapped his shoulder gaining his attention. "R-Riffy? I was talkin' with Magsy…" she began worriedly.
Riff stopped what he was doing and turned to her waiting for what was wrong. His sister, he knew was tied up down there without any food or water. "Yes? And?" he asked waiting for her to go on, though he was afraid of that wish for the sake of his ears.
"Well…she said that she could trust me and all and that you should too!" she squeaked trying to have some courage. "And…if you have a plan then you can tell me. I'll tell Magsy and we'll be a team. Frankie's different…mean now. But don't hurt him! If you do what you did again…I'll…I'll do something back! I mean it this time and Magenta's behind me on this too!" she stated having a bit more force behind her words.
Riff, not really knowing what to say back, stared at her, watching to see if she was just saying these things or truly meant it. It seemed that it was the ladder of the two and with her being the only contact between himself and his dear sister he listened. Nodding he turned to get back to work.
"That's it? A nod?" she asked wanting to know what he was thinking.
"Yes…" he trailed sticking his head back into the machine and turning a few bolts.
"You trust me?"
"If Magenta does."
"Oh…" she said not sure if she fulfilled her goal or not. "Umm-well…thanks Riffy. Maybe Rocky can stay with us too. He's a dope, but not too bad. He's like a little baby."
"Fine," he grunted remembering when Rocky had listened and helped him.
"Well…okay. I'll let you sort everything out then. I'll be quiet."
"That never happens. Besides…everything is in place," he stated getting out of the machine and closing it up. Pushing one button is gave a small sigh and then began to function properly. Everything was in place.
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