Scene 6.24 - Milk: Does A Mental Good
INT. STAIRCASE - GREEDY GRIME - DAY
(The BARON and FRAYED descend several steps into a darker area of Greedy Grime. FRAYED is carrying a strange, uddered, plucked-feather-looking creature in a small, chicken-wire cage. The BARON is floating as he descends. [So: If they GOT chicken wire...])
BARON
(Taking a drink:) Frayed, even though he's aging, Surfer is one of the finest Mentals in The Universe... and he's mine, Frayed... all mine.... Quiet now.
FRAYED
(A la Pauly Shore:) Yeah, buddy.
INT. BASEMENT ROOM - GREEDY GRIME - DAY
(FUBAR stands eating candy behind SURFER'S chair. FUBAR has a stun gun, even though SURFER'S hands are tied. The BARON enters with FRAYED. SURFER uncomfortably shifts in his chair. Several disturbing intravenous tubes with noxious-colored bags trail off to various orifices and places on his bound body.)
BARON
Oh Surfer, I see they've installed your butt-plug already... Don't be angry. Everyone gets one here. But this is not why we're here. We've brought you a little monster, Surfer. A Grimean Hill-Hopping Buffalo-Bird. You must care for it if you wish to live. A poison has been introduced into you, Surfer Hazmat. By milking this smooth little cow-bird body each day you receive your antidote... it must be done each day.... Also, you must do something for me if you wish to live. You know I lost Pitter-Patter, my dear Mental...
(SURFER gives the BARON a weak, wide-eyed stare.)
FRAYED
All I can see is a Mercedes that I want to kill.
BARON
Frayed, no, no! Surfer's a Narc-On-Em now, aren't you Surfer?
SURFER
(Inner voice:) My dear Duke... how I have failed you.
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