***Holy crap. I'm really dragging out this last step. Well it is an important one… I still have another part and the epilogue.***
Danny: Let's just get this over with...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
(Everyone stares at Danny. Apparently his 'improved' screaming is a bit too much.)
Adam: TA-DA! See, Allison? I TOLD you I could improve Danny's screaming!
Scott: Holy crap…
Caylee: Well that was…
Allison: OMG…
Tom: I'm kinda scared now…
Angel: WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM BASTARD!
Adam: It's better, right?
(Cricket sounds.)
Adam: RIGHT?
(More cricket sounds.)
Adam: Fuck you all…
(Kris walks in.)
Kris: Hi. I hate life.
Scott: What happened?
Kris: I need more crack. Or a knife to stab myself with…
Danny: Huh?
Allison: What happened to your super hyper-ness?
Kris: It wore off. Do you think Katy would have one?
Scott: One what?
Kris: A KNIFE DUMBASS!
Caylee: I'm confuzzled!
Tom: You can't say stuff like 'confuzzled' and expect people to understand you…
Adam: Ah, one of the many aftereffects of crack…After all the energy wears off, it turns into depression…
Caylee: So this is normal?
Adam: You think someone who smokes crack is normal?
Caylee: No! I didn't mean it like that!
Kris: Oh! Has anyone seen my razor? I've gone emo…
Angel: It should be in your underwear drawer!
Danny: And you expect us to believe that you never stalk us?
Allison: Come ON, Angel, you know we're not that stupid! (pause) Okay, maybe Adam might be on certain occasions, but still!
Kris: *sighs* I'm outta here…
Tom: Yeah, I need to get going, Adam. I'll call you, okay?
Adam: Bye, Tommykins!
(Tom Felton and Kris exit. Awkward silence.)
Scott: Hey, Angel, can I talk to you for a sec?
Angel: Sure!
Scott: I mean like, alone…
Angel: Oh.
(Scott and Angel go into the kitchen.)
Caylee: I'm gonna go check on Kris. I don't want him stabbing himself, and he'll probably be looking for his razor in his underwear drawer. And THAT is something I wanna see!
(Caylee exits. A scream is heard from the kitchen. Scott and Angel come out.)
Angel: Katy and Amy are in there!
Scott: And their murdering each other!
Angel: With knives…
Scott: HUGE knives!
(Scott and Angel go into another room. Allison, Adam, and Danny are left in the room.)
Danny: I can't believe I went through ALL of those lessons and my screaming STILL sucks!
Adam: Oh, come on! It's not bad!
Allison: Danny's right. His screaming sucks.
Adam: No it doesn't! Look, Danny, this isn't your fault…
Allison: Yeah, Adam! It's YOURS!
Adam: THANK YOU ALLISON! Now shut it bitch!
Danny: No, Adam. She's right. Maybe screaming just didn't turn out to be my…forte.
Adam: What the hell is a forte? Is it some kind of tree house or something?
Allison: It's Italian for 'strength'.
Adam: So it's a strong Italian tree house?
Danny: Oh, WHATEVER! *sighs* You know what, Adam? Thanks for all that you've done for me, but I don't want to be your clone anymore...It's just not working out.
(Adam starts to cry. Allison slaps Danny.)
Danny: Bitch! What was that for?
Allison: You made him cry, bastard!
Adam: I can't believe you're breaking up with me, Danny…
Danny: What the hell are you talking about? We were never dating!
(Adam immediately stops crying.)
Adam: Oh yeah! I forgot!
Allison: (under her breath) Dumbass…
Angel: Oh my god, Scott! You're just so sweet!
Danny: Here come the lovebirds…
(Angel and Scott walk in.)
Angel: I'm happy…
Adam: What happened?
Scott: I asked her out.
Angel: But don't worry, Danny!
Danny: Why the hell would I be…
Angel: I know we'll be together someday. That day just hasn't come yet… Be strong. And wait for me.
(Angel and Scott leave.)
Danny: Okay, it's official. I am getting a restraining order against that slut.
Allison: Well, I'll admit it. Angel IS kinda…
Danny: Oh, I don't mean Angel! I mean Scott!
Adam: Why in hell would you want a restraining order against Scott?
Danny: Because I won't rest until Angel is my girlfriend…
Adam: HOLY SHIT! YOU LIKE ANGEL!
Allison: What did she do to you?
Danny: Crack…