Scene 6.21 - The Purple Nurple
EST: LARGE GAUDY NARC-ON-EM PLASMIC STEAM-POWERED STEAM-PUNK SPACE FREIGHTER
(RUB-ON stomps up the ramp. He wears a large smile. His thick head sweats and sweat runs down his thick neck. He goes inside and the doors swing closed.)
INT. NARC-ON-EM SHIP - NIGHT
(He enters the ship and moves down within to the BARON'S headquarters, passing two men carrying a three-tiered frosted celebration cake. RUB-ON smears a finger across the middle tier and sucks on his finger, leaving a creamy pink and white frosting on his mouth. Then he exits through a door which closes behind him.)
INT. BARON'S QUARTERS - NARC-ON-EM SHIP - NIGHT
(The BARON is flying wildly, circling the outside of a large steel shower, while FUBAR and a CAMEO BLUEGRASS BAND play a washtub, harmonica, mouth harp and banjo, producing maniacal, perverse, screaming, bluegrass music. The BARON sees RUB-ON enter, but continues to fly around the shower.)
BARON
(Very excited:) RUB-ON!... We're knee-deep in Mercedes blood! We've gutted them. We've gutted them!
(He laughs. The BARON floats to RUB-ON and begins lovingly massaging RUB-ON'S massive man-breasts as he speaks to him.)
BARON
Rub-On, Rub-On... I place you in charge of Darukkus. It's yours to squeeze, as I promised. I want you to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze. (A twister, a purple nurple -- RUB-ON takes it, smiling.) Give me spice! Drive them into utter submission. You must not show the slightest pity or mercy... as only you can... Never stop! (Releasing him, RUB-ON'S shirt all pointy now.) Go.... Show no mercy!
RUB-ON
Yes, my lord Baron.
(RUB-ON leaves just as FRAYED steps out of the shower. The BARON turns to him lovingly.)
BARON
And when we've crushed these people enough I'll send in you, Frayed... they'll cheer you as a rescuer. Lovely Frayed, really a lovely boy.
CUT TO: INT. NARC-ON-EM SHIP - NIGHT
(As RUB-ON leaves, he looks into one room of the ship. Behind the glass porthole sits SURFER HAZMAT bound head and foot, his eyes darting this way and that.)
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