
“Kevers
can’t think, Bet, ya should have noticed that meanwhile,“ Leticia remarked, “Shakespeare, huh? Sounds like I’ll end up doing nothing but concealing pimples again. Jee, can’t ya come up with something that requires actual character make-up for once?! What does keeping mah job help me if I die from boredom soon?! - Eh, Kevers? ‘xactly; nothing!”
„I’m
terribly sorry, but your level of boredom won’t determine any choices,” Bethany retorted with annoyance heavy in her voice.
"Hus Letty, I think she still thinks that I might have at least half brain, at least third of one. If you wanted make-up heavy one it would have to be Cats or such. But I think Bett- Beth's disagreeing with that one."
„We have two actors with any singing talent, Kevin, do the maths.“
"How 'bout just picking whatever and making it after internet rule 63? Gender reversing stuff is fun." He smirked at Leticia. "I can make you those sock puppets and you can put make-up on them. Or how 'bout we just get you one of those creepy make-up doll heads?"
“How ‘bout I put your head on a stick ‘nstead, huh? Nah, can’t do that jus’ now, ya still owe me a beer over at Ben’s, remember? Ya failed at the billiard table so badly cuz ya’d soak up yar head too much last week. I wan’ at least mah drink~ C’mon, how ‘bout today ‘venin’?!”
“Shut up, both of you!” Bethany interfered before Kevin could reply. “I’m working with idiots!” She resumed her pacing. This wasn’t working out – quite obviously that is. “Get me the rest of the crew here,
now!” she said to the producer before turning to the other people in the room, “Fifteen minute break and then you better come up with some decent ideas or you won’t need to worry about a failing theater anymore!”