(NB: This story is completely outside of
anything remotely resembling any kind of continuity and owes some to Alara
Rogers, some to others of the rec.arts.anime Gatchaman lunat..er... I mean
fans, and the rest to my lewd crude imagination. So there.) / (NB: ³o¤@Ó¬G¨Æ§¹¥þ¦a¥¿¦b¥ô¦ó¨Æªº¥~Ãä«Ü»·¦a¬Û¦ü¥ô¦óÃþ«¬ªº³sÄò©Ê¨Ã¥BÁ«¤í¤@¨Çµ¹
Alara ù³Ç, ¤@¨Ç¬O¹ï¨ä¥¦ rec.arts.anime Gatchaman lunat ¡C¡Cer¡C¡C¡C §Ú·N¿×¨g¼öªÌ , ©M§Úªº²]¿º¤ÑµMªº·Q¹³¨ä¾lªÌ¡C
¦p¦¹ªº¦b¨º¸Ì.)
The Gatcha Horror Picture Show by Ennien Ashbrook / ³Q Ennien Ashbrook ªº
Gatcha ÅåÀbµe®i
No one knew exactly how the idea was thought of in the first place, although
it was speculated that Director Nambu had had a little too much sake.
Make that a lot too much sake. Make that more sake than anyone should
have while threatening Sosai X (at least, if there was a remote chance
of Sosai hearing the threats). On the Galactor side of the equation, no
one knew why Sosai had agreed to the challenge, especially since it would
inevitably involve insults, hisses and great humiliation to both himself
and his beloved pets. / ¨S¦³¤H§¹¥þª¾¹D·Qªk¦p¦óº¥ý³Q·Q¨ì , ÁöµM¤@¯ë²`«ä«ü¾ÉªÌ Nambu ¤w¸g¦³¦³ÂI¨à«Ü¦hªº½t¬G¡C
»s³y¨º«Ü¦h¤Ó¦h½t¬G¡C »s³y¡A·í®£À~ Sosai X ªº®ÉÔ¡A¸û¥ô¦ó¤H¬°¦hªº½t¬GÀ³¸Ó¦³¡C (¦Ü¤Ö, ¦pªG¦³¤@Ó Sosai Å¥ÃÒ·|ªº»»»·¾÷·|«Â¯Ù)
¦b¬Ûµ¥ªº Galactor Ãä¤W¡A¨S¦³¤Hª¾¹D¤F Sosai ¬°¤°»ò¤w¸g¦P·N¬D¾Ô, ¤×¨ä¦Û±q¥¦±N·|¤£¥iÁקK¥]¬A¹ï¨âªÌªº«V°d¡A¼NÁn©M¤j®v®¢°d¥L¦Û¤v¤§«á©M¥Lªº¤ß·RÃdª«¡C
The challenge: To stage a production of the Rocky Horror Picture Show,
and see whose characters got the standing ovations. The stakes: rulership
of the Earth. / ¬D¾Ô: Á|¿ì¤£ÃªºÅåÀbµe®iªº»s³y, ¦Ó¥B¬Ý¨£¨äөʱo¨ì¤F«ùÄò³Üªö¡C ½äª`: ¦a²yªº rulership¡C
Everyone got to play their favorite character, or as near to as possible.
This was good for Joe, who was locked in one of the theater dressing rooms,
suiting up. / ¨CÓ¤H¶}©lª±¥L̪º³ß·RÓ©Ê, ©Î·í°µ¾aªñ¨ì¦p¥i¯àªº¡C ³o¦V¤W¹ï³ì¬O¦nªº¦è¸Ë®Æ, ¦bÀ¸°|¤Æù۫Ǥ§¤@¤¤³QÂê¡C
Part of the challenge was that nobody knew what character anybody else
would be playing. The other part of the challenge was that neither Jun
nor Ken had ever been to a showing of the Rocky Horror Picture show. Joe
wondered whether their prudery would ruin things, or add even more hilarity.
/ ¬D¾Ôªº³¡¥÷¬O¨S¦³¤Hª¾¹D¤F¨ä¥L¥ô¦ó¤H±N·|ª±¤°»òÓ©Ê¡C ¬D¾Ôªº¥t¤@Ó³¡¥÷¬O¨âªÌ¬Ò¤£ªº¤»¤ë¤]¤£ªÖ®¦´¿¸g´¿¸g¨ì¹L¤£ÃªºÅåÀbµe®iªº¤@Ó¦¨ÁZ¡C ³ìÃhºÃ¤FµL½×¥L̪º¸Ë³W¯x±N·|·´·À¨Æª«©Î¼W¥[¬Æ¦Ü§ó¦hªºÅw¾x¤ß±¡¡C
He looked at himself, nodded in satisfaction, and gathered up what remained
of his costume -- he'd need help in getting it all on. So he picked up
his stuff, and opened the door. At the same time, the door across the
hall from him also opened, revealing its occupant. / ¥L¬Ý¥L¦Û¤v,¦bº¡¨¬¤è±ÂIÀY, ¦Ó¥B¦b¥Lªº¸Ë§ô«O«ùªºªF¦è¤W±»E¶°
-- ¥L±N·|¦b¥þ³¡±o¨ì¥¦¤è±»ÝnÀ°¦£¦b¤§¤W¡C ¦]¦¹¥L¬B°_¥Lªº¨Æ±¡, ¦Ó¥B¥´¶}¤Fªù¡C ¦P®É¡A¾î¹L¨Ó¦Û¥LªºªùÆUªù¤]¥´¶},Åã¥Ü¥¦ªº¥e¦³ªÌ¡C
Joe's jaw hit the floor. / ³ìªºÃEÀ»¤¤¦aªO¡C
An equally astonished expression graced the white-make-uped, heavily painted
face of Berg Katze. They looked each other up and down. / ¬Ûµ¥¦aªí¹FÅå³YªºÀu¶®¤F¥Õ¦â-
¤ÆùÛ,¦B¤s Katze ªº«Ü«´yµe±»ª¡C ¥L̤W¤U¦a¬Ý¤F©¼¦¹¡C
Katze stared in shock at Joe's gold painted Nike basketball shoes, gold
Speedos and toilet paper bandages. Katze himself towered over Joe from
atop four-inch-high platform shoes. His legs were encased in ripped fish-nets,
and he clutched one of his gaudy purple capes about him. They stared each
other in the eye. / Katze ¥H³ìªºª÷¦â´yµeªº@¦NÄx²y¾c¤l¡Aª÷¦âªº Speedos ©M½Ã¥Í¯ÈÁ^±a¦bÅåÀ~¤¤ª`µø¡C Katze
¥L¦Û¤v¦b³ì¤§¤W°ªÁq±q¦b¥|ªº³»¤W-¦T-°ªªº¤ë¥x¾c¤l¡C ¥Lªº»L¦b¼¹¶}ªº³½¤¤³Q¸Ë¤J-ºô,¦Ó¥B¥LÃö©ó¥L§ì¨c¤F¥Lªº«UÄRµµ¦âªºÌa¤§¤@¡C ¥L̪`µø¤F²´·úªº©¼¦¹¡C
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh dear!" / " Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ¿Ë·Rªº"!
They hung about in the theater wings, peering out at the audience occasionally.
/ ¥L̦bÀ¸°|¯Í»H¤¤¨ì³B¦Q,¦³®ÉÔ¦bÅ¥²³¾®µø¥X¡C
"I don't want to know who they are or where they found them all.."
Katze commented. Joe nodded; he wasn't sure he did either. A thought occurred
to him and a moment later he had slammed the corseted mutant against the
wall. / "§Ú¤£·Qnª¾¹D¥L̬O½Ö©Î¥LÌ¥þ³¡µo²{¥LÌþ¸Ì¡C¡C"Katze §åµû¡C ³ìÂIÀY; ¥L¤£½T©w¥L¤]°µ¡C ¥L©¿µM·Q°_©M¤@¤ù¨è¤§«á¥L¤w¸g²rµMÃö¤W¹ï§ÜÀð¾Àªº
corseted ¬ðÅܲ§ºØ¡C
"And no funny stuff during our scenes!" he growled at the heavily
made-up Galactor, "I heard about what you tried to do to Ken!"
/ " ¦Ó¥B¦b§Ú̪º²{³õ®ÉÔªº¨S¦³¦n¯ºªº¨Æ±¡"! ¥L¦b«Ü«§@¦¨ªº Galactor «ã§p,"§ÚÅ¥»¡§A¸ÕµÛ¹ïªÖ®¦°µªº"!
The blue-lidded eyes gazed in puzzlement for a moment, then he burst out
laughing, "Oh, good god, no! You think I'd actually try that?? You
could buy shares in KY sterile lubricant and you'd still end up with a
hernia! Hell no, I was just messing with his mind; you should have seen
his face, it was hilarious.." / ÂŦâ»\¤lªº²´·ú¦b°g´b¤¤ª`µø¤@·|¨à,µM«á¥LÃzµõ¥X¯º,"®@,¦n¯«,¤£!
§A»{¬°§Ú±N·|¹ê»Ú¤W¸Õ¨º?? §A¥i¥H¶R KY ªºªÑ²¼¤£¥¥ªº¼í·Æª«¡A¦Ó¥B§A±N·|¤´µM¥H¤@Óª·®ð§@¬°µ²§ô! ¦aº»¤£¡A§Ú¥¿¦b¶È¶È¥H¥Lªº¤ß§ËÁV; §AÀ³¸Ón¬Ý¨ì¥LªºÁy,
¥¦¬O³ß¤£¦Û¸Tªº¡C¡C"
Joe stared at Katze in shock and revulsion -- or tried to. He was also
trying to suppress the grin that threatened to become a chuckle which
threatened to become outright laughter. He was succeeding at neither.
Katze had Ken pegged to rights. / ³ì¨nµÛÅåÀ~©M¼@Åܪº Katze ¬Ý -- ©Î¹Á¸Õ¨ì¡C ¥L¤]¥¿¦b¹Á¸ÕÂíÀ£«Â¯ÙÅܦ¨¤@ӫ¯ÙÅܦ¨ª½±µªº¯º¦Y¦Yªº¯ºÁnÅS¾¦¯º¡C
¥L¥¿¦b¨âªÌ³£¤£¦¨¥\¡C Katze ¹ïÅv§QÅýªÖ®¦°v¤ìÝÏ¡C
"Hey, I've got rice down my tits!" Katze exclaimed, to no particular
purpose. / "¶Ù,§Ú¤w¸g§â¶º±o¨ì¤U¨Ó§Úªº¤s³¶"! Katze ¤j¥s,¨ì¨S¦³¯S§Oªº¥Øªº¡C
The curtain was lowered, signalling a change of scene. "The man you
are about to see has no fucking neck!" the audience shouted. The
curtain rose to reveal Sosai X in a red cravat. / ±b³Q°§C,¶H¼x¤@Ó²{³õªº§ïÅÜ¡C "
¨k¤H§A¥¿n¬Ý¨£¦³¨S¦³©Ê¥æ²ä¤l"! Å¥²³©I³Û¡C ±b¤W¤ÉÅã¥Ü¤@Ó¬õ¦âªº»â±a Sosai X ¡C
Joe and Katze blinked. / ³ì©M Katze ¯w²´¡C
"He has no fucking body either!" they chorused. / " ¥L¦³¨S¦³©Ê¥æ¨Åé¤]"!
¥LÌ chorused¡C
"So what are you planning to do to Ken during the bedroom scenes?"
Joe asked while Sosai went on his spiel. / " ¦p¦¹§A¥¿¦bp¹º¤°»ò¦bª×«Ç²{³õªº®ÉÔ¹ïªÖ®¦°µ"?
·í Sosai Ä~Äò¶i¦æ¥Lªººt»¡®ÉÔ¡A³ì°Ý¡C
"I've been thinking about that.. HE HASN'T GOT BALLS TO DESCRIBE!..
Definitely muck about with his mind some more, its too good of an opportunity
to miss." / "§Ú¤w¸g·Q¨º¡C¡C ¥L¨S¦³±o¨ì²y´yz!¡C¡C ¤@©w¬IªÎÃö©ó¥Ñ©ó¥Lªº¤ß¦A¦h¤@¨Ç, ¥¦ªº¤Ó¦n¤@Ó¾÷·|¿ù¹L¡C"
"Yeah, whoever cast him as Brad sure knew what they were doing,"
/ "¬Oªº, ¥ô¦ó¤H·í¥¬µÜ¼w·íµMª¾¹D¤F¥LÌ¥¿¦b°µªº¡A§ë¥L",
An idea struck him and he leaned over to Katze, whispering in his ear.
Katze's eyes grew round, "You're kidding??" "Nooo way!"
The Galactor burst into evil laughter. Joe grinned, "Just don't let
on it was me that told you!" / ¤@Ó·Qªk¥´¤F¥L¡A¦Ó¥B¥Lʾa¦b¨ì Katze¤§¤W,¦b¥Lªº¦Õ¦·¤¤¦Õ»y¡C
Katze's ªº²´·úÅܶê,"§A¦b¶}ª±¯º??""Nooo ¤èªk!"Galactor ¶i¤J¨¸´cªº¯º¤§¤ºÃzµõ¡C
³ìÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º," ´N¬O¦b¥¦¤W¤£Åý¬O§Ú¥H§i¶D¤F§A"!
"BUY AN UMBRELLA YOU CHEAP BITCH!" / "¶R¤@¤ä³Ê§A«K©yªº¥Àª¯"!
"Sing, bitch! I wonder how she's going to take the bedroom and tank
room scenes.. she's as much a prude as Ken is... Hey! Where'd you get
a water pistol???" / "°Û,¥Àª¯! §ÚÃhºÃ¦o±Nn¦p¦ó¦û¾Úª×«Ç©M¼Ñ©Ð¶¡²{³õ¡C¡C ·í¦h¦pªÖ®¦ªº¤@Ӹ˦¨³W¯xªº¤k¤H¬Oªº®ÉÔ¡A¦o¬O¡C¡C¡C
¶Ù! Where'd §A±o¨ì¤@§â¤ôºj???"
"Gimme that lighter for a sec.. oh you've got a flashlight?"
/ "¬°¤@Ó¬í¥H»é²î·h¹Bªº Gimme¡C ªí¥ÜÅå³Y§A¤w¸g±o¨ì¤@Ó¤â¹qµ©?"
"Whose idea was it to cast Jinpei as Riff-Raff??" / " ¨ä·Qªk¬O¥¦§ë¦p¤Ï´_¼Ö¸`ªº
Jinpei-Raff??"
"Probably the same person who cast Dr. Raphael as Magenta."
/ " ¥i¯à§ë©Ô´´º¸³Õ¤h¦p¬õµµ¦âªº¬Û¦P¤H".
Joe looked behind the stage at the character in the bouffant wig, "That's
Dr. Raphael???" Katze nodded. / ³ì¦b¹ªµÈªº°²¾vөʪº¶¥¬q«á±¬Ý,"¨º¬O©Ô´´º¸³Õ¤h???"Katze
ÂIÀY¡C
"I wanna know how they coerced Sosai into being the Criminologist."
/ " §Ú·Qnª¾¹D¥L̦p¦ó±j¢ Sosai §@¬°¥Ç¸o¾ÇªÌ".
"I wanna know how he's wearing that cravat." / " §Ú·Qnª¾¹D¥L¦p¦ó¥¿¦bÀ¹¨º¤@Ó»â±a".
"Um." / "Um".
"Your scene's just about up." / "§Aªº²{³õ®t¤£¦h´£°ª" ¡C
"Yeah, I know, I get to Time Warp in the elevator, that's no fun..
" / "¬Oªº, §Úª¾¹D, §Ú¶}©l©w®É¹q±èªºÅs,¨º¬O¨S¦³¼Ö½ì¡C¡C "
"You're too kind," came Jun's voice. "KIND OF WHAT?"
/ " §A¤Ó¿Ë¤Á",¨Ó¤»¤ëªºÁnµ¡C " Ãþ«¬¤°»ò"?
"I never thought I'd live to see Sosai X doing the Time Warp,"
Joe muttered to himself. Katze Time Warp-ing was pretty much as expected
-- exuberant with lots of hair being flung around. When Joe protested,
Katze glared at him haughtily, said "What else is long hair for??"
and whapped him in the face with it. / "§Ú±q¤£·Q¡A§Ú±N·|©~¦í¬Ý¨£°µ®É¶¡Ås ªº Sosai
X",³ì¹ï¥L¦Û¤v³ä³ä¦Û»y¡C Katze ®É¶¡Ås- ing «D±`·í°µ¹w´Áªº -- ÁcZªº¥Ñ©ó¦bªþªñ³Q§ë ªº³\¦hÀY¾v¡C ·í³ì¤Ï¹ïªº®ÉÔ,
¦b¥L¶ÆºC¦a³Qµo¯t¥úªº Katze, »¡ " ¤°»ò§Oªº¬OªøÀY¾v??" ¦Ó¥B whapped ¥L¦bÁy¤¤¥H¥¦¡C
Now, Joe waited alone, clapping his hands along with the audience while
the elevator slowly descended. He had a camera in his hands, eager to
capture the expressions on Jun's and Ken's faces. / ²{¦b¡A³ì¿W¦Û¦aµ¥Ô, ³s¦PÅ¥²³¤@°_¹ª´x¥Lªº¤â·í¹q±èºCºC¦a°ªº®ÉÔ¡C
¥L¦³¤F¥Lªº¤â¤@¥x¬Û¾÷, ¼ö¤ßªº¦b¤»¤ë©MªÖ®¦ªºÁy®·Àòªí¹F¡C
The elevator opened, revealing Berg Katze, grinning luridly. Jun screamed
for real. / ¹q±è¥´¶},Åã¥Ü¦B¤s Katze ¡A¤õ¿N¦ü¦aÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C ¤»¤ë¦y¥s¬°¯u¥¿ªº¡C
"How do you do I.. See you've met my.. Faithful.. Handyman"
he draped an arm about Ken's shoulder. Ken squirmed. "He's just a
little brought down because.. when you knocked.. he thought you were the
candyman." / "§A¦p¦ó°µ§Ú¡C¡C ¬Ý¨£§A¤w¸g¹J¨£§Úªº¡C¡C ©¾¹êªº¡C¡C Âø§Ð"¥L¥Î¥¬Ã®Âл\¤FÃö©óªÖ®¦ªºªÓ¤@°¦¤âÁu¡C
ªÖ®¦Ä¯°Ê¡C " ¥L¶È¶Èµy·L³Q¥´Ë¦]¬°¡C¡C ·í§AºVÀ»ªº®ÉÔ¡C¡C ¥L·Q¤F§A¬O candyman ¡C"
Katze pranced down the stage to the throne, paused, then flung the cape
away in a dramatic gesture worthy of Tim Curry himself. Joe fell over
laughing. / Katze ¹ï¤ý®yÄËÅD¤U¨Ó¶¥¬q,¼È°±,µM«á¦b¤@ÓÀ¸¼@©Êªº¤â¶Õ¤¤Ìa¤§»·§ë´£©iªº³Ç¥X¤Hª«©@ù¯»¥L¦Û¤v¡C ³ì±q¯º¶^¸¨¡C
While creating his costume, Katze had been unable to find the right sort
of giant fake pearls with which to make the necklace, so he had improvised.
He had painted ping-pong balls with pearlescent paint and strung them
together. The effect looked somewhat like glowing garlic. / ·í³Ð³y¥Lªº¸Ë§ô®ÉÔ,Katze
¤w¸g¤£¯à°÷µo²{¥¿½TºØÃe¤jªº°²³f¬Ã¯]¸Ó¨º¤@Ó»s³y¶µÁå¡A¦]¦¹¡A¥L¤w¸g§Y®u¦Ó§@¡C ¥L¤w¸g¤@°_¥Î pearlescent ªoº£µe¥â¥ã²y¦Ó¥B®¹²Ï¥LÌ¡C
®ÄªG¬Ý¤F²¤·L¬Û¦ü¥Õ¼öªº¤j»[¡C
"I've been.. making a man.." / " §Ú¬O¡C¡C »s³y¤@Ó¨k¤H¡C¡C"
"You call that a man?" / " §A©I¥s¤@Ó¨k¤H"?
"I call that a brat!" shouted Joe from the wings. / "§ÚºÙ¨º¬°¨Å¯ä¥¼°®ªº¤p«Ä"!
¨Ó¦Û¯Í»Hªº³ì©I³Û¡C
"Shut up, Aniki! BOP! OW!" Jinpei glared at Katze, who was smiling
innocently, and continuing to fondle "Riff's" hair. / "³¬¼L,Aniki!
BOP! ªí¥Ü¬ðµM¯kµh©Òµo¥X¤§Án!"Jinpei ¦b Katze µo¯t¥ú,¥¿¦bµL¸o¦a·L¯º, ¦Ó¥BÄ~Äò·R "¤Ï´_¼Ö¸`"
ªºÀY¾v¡C
"With blonde hair and a tan..." Katze trailed off, looking puzzled.
He pulled a lock of his own long hair in front of his eyes, then examined
his hands and arms. He shrugged, "And he's good for relieving my
tension..I'm just a Sweet Transvestite.." he uncoiled lazily, fairly
exuding sensuality, creeping with predatory grace towards Ken and Jun.
Nobody knew whether Jun was faking the faints, by this time. / "Âǥѥզ⪺ÀY¾v©M¤@ºØ¶À½Å¦â¡C¡C¡C"Katze
¨«¶}°lÂÜ,¬Ý§x´b¡C ¥L¦b¥Lªº²´·ú¤§«e©Ô¤F¤@Ó¥L¦Û¤vªøªºÀY¾vÂê, µM«á½Õ¬d¥Lªº¤â©M¤âÁu¡C ¥LÁqªÓ,"¦Ó¥B¥L¹ï´î»´§Úªººò±i«Ü¦n¡C¡C§Ú¥u¬O¤@Ó²¢ªº²§©Ê¸Ë§ê¦¨Â}ªÌ¡C¡C"¥LÃi¬v¬v¦a¸Ñ,¤½¥¦a¬y¥X¦×±ý©Ê,©M¹ï©óªÖ®¦©M¤»¤ëªº±°¹ÜÀu¶®ªº¼çÅÜ¡C
¦b³o®ÉÔ¨S¦³¤Hª¾¹D¤F¤»¤ë¬O§_¥¿¦b°²³y©ü³Ö¡C
"So! Come up to the lab.." Katze leaned over, nose to nose with
Ken, "And.. fuck me on the slab," he ran his tongue wickedly
over his lips, "I see you shiver.. with antici.. anti.. er...uh.."
/ "¦p¦¹! ¨ì¹êÅç«Ç¡C"Katze µ²§ôʾa,¶å¨ì©MªÖ®¦¶å¨ì ",©M¡C¡C ¦b¥ªO¤W©Ê¥æ§Ú,"¥LÃa¦a¦b¥Lªº®B¤§¤W¶]¥Lªº¦Þ
", §Ú¬Ý¨£§A¥´Å¸¡C¡C ÂÇ¥Ñ antici¡C¡C ¤Ï¹ïªÌ¡C¡C er¡C¡C¡Cuh¡C¡C"
"SAY IT! SAY IT!" / "»¡¸ê°T¬ì§Þ! »¡¸ê°T¬ì§Þ!"
Katze snapped his finger, a metaphorical light bulb practically visible
over his head, "...pation! But maybe the rain, isn't really to blame..
so I'll remove the cause," he stroked a finger lightly, sensuously,
down Ken's cheek, leering all the while, "But not the symptoms!"
The elevator shot up as the curtain came down. / Katze ¦b¥LªºÀY¤§¤W«rÂ_¤F¥Lªº¤â«ü¡A¹ê»Ú¬Ý±o¨£ªº¤@ÓÁô³ë©Êªº¿Oªw,".¡C¡Cpation!
¦ý¬O¤]³\«B,¤£¯uªº³d³Æ¡C¡C ¦]¦¹§Ú±N°£¥h¦]¯À,"¥L»´»´ªº¦E§À¼Õ¤F¤@®Ú¤â«ü¡A·Pı¤W¦a¡AåP¸¨ªÖ®¦ªºÀU,°e¬îªi©Ò¦³ªº¤@·|¨à ",
¦ý¬O¤£¬OÄpª¬!"·í±b¸¨¤U¨Óªº®ÉÔ¡A¹q±è§Ö³t¦¨ªø¡C
Behind the stage, Ryu and Katze frantically wrapped more toilet paper
around Joe. / ¦b¶¥¬q¡A Ryu ©M Katze «á±¨g¼É¦a¦b³ìªº©P³ò¥]¸Ë§ó¦hªº½Ã¥Í¯È¡C
"Tape! Tape! My kingdom for some tape!" Katze whispered, struggling
with a stubborn bit that wouldn't stay in place. / "¿ýµ! ¿ýµ±a! ¬°¤@¨Ç¿ýµ±aªº§Ú¤ý°ê!"Katze
¦Õ»y,»P±N¤£°±¯d¾A·íªº¹x©T¤@ÂIÂI°_ª§°õ¡C
"Here, use this.." / "³o¸Ì,¨Ï¥Î³o¡C¡C"
"What is it? Krazy Glue???" / "¥¦¬O¤°»ò? Krazy ÂH???"
"What?? Ryu, you've been Krazy Gluing this stuff to me?? I'll never
get it off!" / "¤°»ò?? Ryu,§A¤w¸g¬O¹ï§ÚÂH³o¤@ºØ¨Æ±¡ ªº Krazy?? §Ú±N±q¤£±H¥X¥¦!"
"It's toilet paper! It'll rip off!" / "¥¦¬O½Ã¥Í¯È! ¥¦±N¨«¶}¼¹¶}!"
"Quick, gimme that camera!!! It's the clothing scene!!" / "§Öªº,
gimme ¨º¤@¥x¬Û¾÷!!! ¥¦¬O¦çªA²{³õ!!"
"WHAT?? WHERE?? Ryu, get outta the way, I gotta see Ken's face!"
/ "¤°»ò?? ¦bþ¸Ì?? Ryu,®³¤è¦¡µ¹ outta,§Ú¥²¶·¬Ý¨£ªÖ®¦ªºÁy!"
"Did anybody think to warn them?" / "¥ô¦ó¤H·Qĵ§i¥L̶Ü"?
"No, why would we do that?" / "¤£¡A§Ú̬°¤°»ò±N·|°µ¨º"?
"Oh my..!! He doesn't!" / " ®@§Úªº¡C¡C!! ¥L¤£!"
"Doesn't what?" / " ¤£¤°»ò"?
"Evidently he does!" / "©úÅã¦a¥L°µ"!
"Does what? What's he wearing??" / " °µ¤°»ò? ¥L¥¿¦bÀ¹¤°»ò??"
"But he's nearly twenty!!" / " ¦ý¬O¥L±Nªñ¤G¤Q!!"
"What's he.. Oh my Lord!!!" / "¥L¬O§@¤°»òªº¡C¡C ®@§Úªº²ÎªvªÌ!!!"
"Katze, quit stuffing toilet paper in your mouth, you'll smear your
lipstick." / "Katze,Â÷¶}§Aªº¼L¶ñ¶ëª«½Ã¥Í¯È,§A±N¶î§Aªº¤f¬õ" ¡C
"Breathe, Katze.. inhale.. bre- what am I saying???" / "©I§l,Katze¡C¡C
§l¤J¡C¡C bre- §Ú¥¿¦b»¡¤°»ò???"
" " / ""
"Oo, Jun's got a rip in her panties!" / "Oo,³Q±o¨ì¦oªº¿ÇÄû¤@³Bµõ²ªªº¤»¤ë"!
"Where?? Where??" / "¦bþ¸Ì?? ¦bþ¸Ì??"
"You missed it." / "§A¿ù¹L¤F¥¦" ¡C
"Aw, shit." / "Aw,©Ô«Ë" ¡C
"Shit!!" Katze cried, struggling into his gown. His chest heaved
from suppressed hysteria but the white makeup hid the flush. "That's
my cue!!" / "ÁT!!"Katze ú,¶i¤J¥LªººÎ¦ç¤§¤º¾Ä°«¡C ¥Lªº¯Ý±q³QÂìy·¸ªºÂíÀ£·²´µ¯S¨½¯g¦ý¬O¥Õ¦âªº¤ÆùۥΤOÁ|°_¡C
"¨º¬O§Úªº¶}ºÝ!!"
The curtain lowered as the cast entered the elevator. / ·íºtû°}®e¶i¤J¤F¹q±èªº®ÉÔ¡A±b°§C¡C
"Slaves.." came the voices of the audience. / "¥£Áõ¡C¡C"¨ÓÅ¥²³ªºÁnµ¡C
The curtain went up, showing Ken, Jun, Jinpei, Dr. Raphael and Gel Sadra
rising through the trap door in the stage. The spot lit on Katze. / ±b¤Wº¦
,Åã¥Ü¤É°_¹L¶¥¬qªº°é®Mªù ªºªÖ®¦¡A¤»¤ë¡A Jinpei ¡A©Ô´´º¸³Õ¤h©M½¦¤ÆÅé Sadra ¡C ¦aÂI¦b Katze ¤Wµo«G¡C
They nearly fell over. / ¥LÌ´X¥G¶^Ë¡C
Katze had scoured the area's second hand and vintage clothing shops for
the most hideous green dress possible. He had found it. It was a 1970's
style polyester dress in olive green, with huge, gaudy flowers luridly
printed all over it, in neon greens, oranges, pinks and yellows. Added
to this were a pair of shocking orange rubber garden gloves, a truly insane
smile, and a pair of google-lenses made out of the halves of a left-over
ping-pong ball spotted with a felt pen. / Katze ¤w¸g«ø¿i¦çªAÁʶR³ÌÁà´cªººñ¦âªA¸Ë¥i¯àªº°Ï°ì²Ä¤G°¦¤â©M»s³y¦~´Á¡C
¥L¤w¸gµo²{¥¦¡C ¦b¦»ºñ¦â¡A¬h¾í¡A¯»¬õ¦â©M¶À¦â¤¤¥¦¬O¤@Ó 1970 ¦~¥N·®æ¦h¤¸à¬ï¶Àºñ¦âªººñ¦â,Âǥѷ¥¤j¤S«UÄRªºªá¤õ¿N¦ü¦a¨ì³B¦C¦L¥¦¡C ¼W¥[¨ì³o¬O¤@Âù¥O¤H¾_Å媺¬a¾ï¾ó¥Öªá¶é¤â®M¡A¤@Ó¯u¹ê±wºë¯«¯fªº·L¯º©M¤@Âù
google-¥ªÃä- ¤W±ªº¥â¥ã²yªº¤Gµ¥¥÷¤F¸Ñªº³zÃè¥H¤@ªK¤òÀÖ¿ûµ§¬Ý¨£¡C
When the moment was right, Katze flexed his eyebrows and the ping-pong
balls fell away from his eyes, "Magenta! Columbia! Go and assist
Woof-woo I mean Riff-Raff. I will entertain.. er.. " / ·í¤ù¨è¬O¥¿½Tªº®ÉÔ,
Katze Ås¦±¤F¥Lªº¬Ü¤ò¦Ó¥B¥â¥ã²y¶^¸¨»·Â÷¥Lªº²´·ú,"¬õµµ¦â! ôÛ¤ñ¨È! ¥h¦Ó¥B¨ó§U Woof-Àµ¨D§Ú§C¦Hªº¤Ï´_¼Ö¸`-Raff¡C
§Ú±N®T¼Ö¡C¡C er¡C¡C "
From his position inside the covered tank, Joe listened to Katze's delivery
and despaired. He was going to get the ovations, he knew it. Katze was
a born actor, a true ham and comedian. He interspersed an "Ow!"
every time he snapped a glove. Joe thought about the people of ISO, wondering
if any of them could really compete with Galactor's first leader. / ±q¦bÁô½ªµÛªº¼Ñ¸Ì¥L¦ì¸m¡A³ì¹ï
Katze's ªº»¼°eÅ¥¦Ó¥Bµ´±æ¡C ¥L±Nn±o¨ì³Üªö,¥Lª¾¹D¤F¥¦¡C Katze ¬O¤Ñ¥Íªººtû¡A¤@Ó¯u¹êªº¤õ»L©M³ß¼@ºtû¡C ¥L´²§G "ªí¥Ü¬ðµM¯kµh©Òµo¥X¤§Án"!
¨C¤@¦¸¥L«rÂ_¤F¤@Âù¤â®M¡C ³ì·Q°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´ªº¤H, ı±o©_©Ç¦pªG¥L̤§¤¤ªº¥ô¦ó¤@Ó¥i¥H¯uªº©M Galactor's ªº²Ä¤@¦ì»â³SÄvª§¡C
The cover was whipped away from the tank, revealing Joe's shadowy form.
Now Katze was above him, giggling manically as he spun knobs and twiddled
dials.. / ±»Å@³QÃ@¥´»·Â÷¼Ñ,´¦ÅS³ìªº¦³³±¼vªº§Î¦¡¡C ²{¦b¦b¥L¤W± Katze ¬O, ¨gļ¦a¦Y¦Y¦a¯º·í¥L§Ö³t±ÛÂà¤F§â¤â¦Ó¥B¼¾§Ë¤F¨è«×½L¡C¡C
"It's fun to create with Crayola!" the audience sang. / "¥H
Crayola ³Ð³y¬O¦³½ìªº"! Å¥²³°Û¡C
Katze broke form, leaning against the tank and addressing the audience,
"Somebody explain to me how this" he indicated the chandelier
full of paints, "Is supposed to create life. I mean, I understand
the spurting part but.." The audience broke up. / Katze Â_±¼¤F§Î¦¡,ʾa¼Ñ¦Ó¥B¦VÅ¥²³ºt»¡,¥L«ü¥X¤F¥Rº¡ªoº£ªº¦Q¿O
"¬Y¤H¹ï§Ú¸ÑÄÀ¦p¦ó³o"",À³¸Ó³Ð³y¥Í¬¡¡C §Ú·N¿×, §Ú¤F¸Ñ¼Q¥X³¡¥÷°£¤F¤§¥~¡C¡C"Å¥²³¥Ë¸Ñ¡C
The cue was given, the spotlight was on. It was up to him. Joe stood up
and ripped the toilet paper away from his face. / ¶}ºÝ¦³, µJÂI¬O¶}ªº¡C ¨Ì¥Lªº·N«ä¡C ³ì¯¸°_¨Ó¦Ó¥B¼¹¶}¤F½Ã¥Í¯È»·Â÷¥LªºÁy¡C
"Oh! Rocky!!" / "®@! ¦h©¥¥Ûªº!!"
Joe had sung "The Sword of Damocles", running about the stage
full of dancing "Transylvanians", pursued by Katze. At some
point or other, they had changed it around so that Katze was pursued by
him, Katze screaming "Woo hoo woo hoo woo hoo" at the tops of
his lungs. Finally they had ended back at the tank, Joe straddling the
ladder and Katze leaning against it. / ³ì¤w¸g°Û "¬° Syracuse ªº°ê¤ý Dionysius
ªº¦Ú¤U¤M¼C",¶]Ãö©ó¥Rº¡»RÁЪº¶¥¬q¨Æ "Transylvanians", ³Q Katze °l¨D¡C ¦b¤@¨ÇÂI©Î¨ä¥¦¡A¥L̤w¸g¦bªþªñ§ïÅÜ¥¦¡A¥H«K
Katze ³Q¥L°l¨D¤F, Katze ¦y¥s " Àµ¨D hoo Àµ¨D hoo Àµ¨D hoo"¦b¥LªºªÍ³»ºÝ¡C ³Ì«á¥L̤w¸g¦b¼Ñ¦V«á¦aµ²§ô,¸ó¥ß¹ï§Ü¥¦ªº±è©M
Katze ¶É±× ªº³ì¡C
"You sound like Daffy Duck," Joe whispered. Katze grinned. /
"§AÅ¥°_¨Ó¹³·M²ÂªºÀn¤l¤@¼Ë",³ì¦Õ»y¡C Katze ÅS¾¦¦Ó¯º¡C
"Well really! That's no way to behave on your first day out!"
/ "«Ü¦n¦a¯uªº! ¨º¤£¬O¤èªk¦b§Aªº²Ä¤@¤Ñ¦b¥~¦æ¬°ªí²{!"
Joe slammed against the rail, pouting. / ³ì²rµMÃö¤W¹ï§ÜÅK¸ô,äþ¼L¡C
"But as you're of such.." sniffle / " ¦ý¬O·í°µ§A¬O¦p¦¹ªº¡C¡C"»ó¤lóó°µÁn
"As you're of.." boo hoo hoo.. / "·í§A¬O¡C¡C"µo¥X¼NÁn hoo hoo
¡C¡C
"AS YOU'RE.." / "·í§A¬O¤§®É¡C¡C"
"BAWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!" Joe screamed, and began
to kick the railing, sobbing hysterically. Katze ducked his head, biting
his cheek. / "BAWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!"³ì¦y¥s, ¦Ó¥B¶}©l½ð§ß¤â,·²´µ©³¨½¦aµo¥X¶ã«|Ánµ¡C
Katze ¨S¤J¤ô¤¤¤F¥LªºÀY,«r¥LªºÀU¡C
"WAAAAAHHH- HAAAA-HAAAAAA-HAAAAAAA!" / "WAAAAAHHH- HAAAA-HAAAAAA-HAAAAAAA!"
Jun was leaning against the tank, her shoulders shaking with laughter.
Ken was contorting his face, trying to keep it inside. Joe climbed down
off the ladder, still wailing pathetically (and loudly), and dripped down
Katze's front. Katze glared about. / ¤»¤ë¬Oʾa¼Ñ,¦oªº¥H¯º·n°Ê ªºªÓ¡C ªÖ®¦¥¿¦b§á¥LªºÁy, ¹Á¸Õ«O¦s¸Ì±ªº¥¦¡C
³ì¨«¶}ª¦¤U±è, ¤´µM´d«s¦a ( ©M¤jÁn¦a) ´d¹Ä, ¦Ó¥Bºw¤U¤U¨Ó Katze's ªº«e±¡C Katze µo¯t¥úÃö©ó¡C
"WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Joe bawled, rolling about on
the stage, kicking his feet and flailing his arms. Finally, he was silent.
/ "WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"³ì¤j¥s, ºu°ÊÃö©ó¦b¶¥¬q¤W,½ð¥Lªº¸}¦Ó¥B¥Î³s{¥´¥Lªº¤âÁu¡C
³Ì«á¡A¥L¨HÀq¡C
Katze stared down at the prone form, cocked his head as he noted what
the audience had noted with hushed giggles. / Katze ¦bÁ¥ñªº§Î¦¡ª`µø¤U¨Ó,·í¥Lª`·N¤FÅ¥²³¤w¸g¥Ñ©óµÂÀRª`·Nªº¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡AÁq¥ß¤F¥LªºÀY¡C
Katze looked out over the audience, his face stern, "Just say No
to crack!" / ¦bÅ¥²³¡A¥LªºÁy§À³¡¤§¤W³Q¤p¤ßªº Katze,"´N»¡¤£§Ë¸H"!
"I can make you.. a maaaa-aaaa-aaa-aaa-annnn..." Katze sang,
slumping against the refrigerator door. A klaxon blared, startling Katze
and forcing him to back away. / "§Ú¯à»s³y§A¡C¡C maaaa-aaaa-aaa-aaa-annnn¡C¡C¡C"Katze
°Û,²rµM±¼¸¨¹ï§Ü¹q¦B½cªù¡C ¤@Ó³Q°ªÁn»ï¥sªº®ð¹Ô³â¥z¡A¥O¤H¦YÅ媺 Katze ¦Ó¥B±j¢¥L°hÁY¡C
"EDDIE!!!" screamed Gel Sadra, and darted forward. Perched on
Jun's motorcycle, Ryu crashed through the styrofoam blocks and tossed
his helmet away, "Whatever happened to Saturday nights?" / "¦ã}!!!"¦y¥s½¦¤ÆÅé
Sadra, ¦Ó¥B¦V«e¦a§ë®g¡C ¦b¤»¤ëªº¼¯¦«¨®¤W´Ï®§, Ryu ¼M°Õ¤@ÁnˤJ styrofoam °Ï¬q¦Ó¥B§ëÂY¥Lªº¿û²¯¤§»·¡A "¤£½×¤°»òµo¥Í¦b¬P´Á¤»©]±ß¤W"?
"Checked your calendar lately?" Katze hollered. Ryu flicked
him the finger and continued his song. Katze chased him about the lab,
armed with various weapons. First he tried Ken's sonic boomerang; then
it was Jinpei's bola (bopping himself in the process). Then it was an
ice axe. Finally, he sauntered up to Ryu, leered evilly, and gunned the
chainsaw he was hiding into action. Ryu screamed and fled back into the
refrigerator, Katze hot on his heels. Engine noises were followed by thunking
sounds, as of stabbing. Gel Sadra screamed. / "ªñ¨ÓÀˬd¤F§Aªº¤é¾ä"? Katze
¥s³Û¡C Ryu »´¼u¤F¥L¤â«ü¨Ã¥BÄ~Äò¤F¥Lªººq¡C Katze ¨ì³B°l®·¤F¥L¹êÅç«Ç,¥H¦UºØ¤£¦PªºªZ¾¹ªZ¸Ë¡C º¥ý¥L¹Á¸Õ¤FªÖ®¦ªºµªi¦^¸´Î; µM«á¥¦¬O
Jinpei's ªº®M¤û÷.( bopping ¥L¦Û¤v¦bµ{§Ç¤¤) µM«á¥¦¬O¤@§â¸H¦B©ò¡C ³Ì«á¡A¥Lª½¨ì Ryu ¶¢³},¨¸´c¦a°e¬îªi, ¦Ó¥B¥Î¬¶®gÀ»¤F¥L¥¿¦b¶i¤J¦æ°Ê¤§¤ºÂêº
chainsaw ¡C Ryu ¦y¥s¦Ó¥B°k¥Xªð¦^¹q¦B½c, Katze ¼ö¦a¦b¥Lªº¸}«á¸ò¤W¡C ¤ÞÀº¾¸µ³QÂǥѽsĶ¦¸µ{¦¡Ánµ¸òÀH, ·í°µ¨ë¬ïªº¡C
½¦¤Æ³Q¦y¥sªº Sadra ¡C
"The knife is stuck in the cantaloupe!" Joe overheard Ryu say.
Finally, Katze emerged from the refrigerator, covered in what was quite
obviously ketchup. Ryu wasn't aware that his hand had become visible to
the audience, as he directed another squirt at Katze's back. The cast
suppressed giggles. / "¤M¦b»¥Ê¤¤³Q´ÛÄF"! µL·N¤¤Å¥¨ì Ryu ªº³ì»¡¡C ³Ì«á¡A Katze ±q¹q¦B½c¯B²{,¦b¬Û·í©úÅã¦a¬O¿»XÂ檺ªF¦è²[»\¡C
Ryu ¤£¬Oª¾¹Dªº¨º¥L¤â¤w¸g¹ïÅ¥²³Åܱo¬Ý±o¨£,¦p¦P¥L¦b Katze's ªºI±«ü¥Ü¥t¤ôºj¤@¼Ë¡C ³QÂíÀ£ªººtû°}®e¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C
"One from the vaults!" / "±q¤ÑªÅªº¤@"!
"A greaser from the freezer," cast and audience intoned, "A
bat out of hell." / "¨Ó¦Û¦B®wªº¤@Óª`ªo¤u" ¡Aºtû°}®e©MÅ¥²³ intoned",
¤@Ó½¿½»¥Ñ©ó¦aº»".
Katze plucked at his ketchup-covered gloves, then turned to Dr. Raphael
(whose wig was beginning to slide), "Here, you're into recycling..."
/ Katze ¦b¥Lªº¿»XÂæ- Áô½ªµÛªº¤â®M©Ô, µM«á¨D§U©ó©Ô´´º¸³Õ¤h ( ¨ä°²¾v¥¿¦b¶}©l·Æ°Ê),"¦b³o¸Ì¡A§A¬O¶i¤J¦^¦¬¤§¤º¡C¡C¡C"
Joe hammered on the elevator door, drawing Katze, clucking like a mother
hen, "Oh, baby! I'm upset! Don't be upset. What kind of killing do
you call that?? It was a mercy killing. mercy mercy mercy He had a certain
naive charm.. but no muscle PUMP IT!" Joe flexed, sending Katze into
excellently faked spasms of ecstasy (or were they real? One never knew
with Katze...) / ³ì¦b¹q±èªù¤WÂñ¥´,µe Katze,¹³¤@°¦¥À¿Ë¥ÀÂû«£«£¥s,"®@,À¦¨à! §Ú³QÄAÂÐ! ¤£n³QÄAÂСC
¤°»òÃþ«¬ªº±þ®`§A©I¥s¨º¶Ü?? ¥¦¬O±þ®` ªº¤¯·O¡C ¤¯·O¤¯·O¤¯·O¥L¦³¤F¯S©wªº¤Ñ¯u¦N²»ª«¡C¡C ¦ý¬O¨S¦³¦Ù¦×¥Î®Aµ©©â¤ô¸ê°T¬ì§Þ!"³ìÅs¦±,
°e Katze ¶iÀu¨}¦a°²³yªº¨g³ß©âµ¬¤§¤º (©Î¥L̬O¯u¥¿ªº¶Ü? ¤@±q¤£¥H Katze ª¾¹D¡C¡C.)
"But a deltoid.. and a bicep.. a hot groin .. and a tricep.. makes
me.. oooooooh!" Katze and Jinpei shimmied in unison. / " ¦ý¬O¤@Ó¤T¨¤¦Ù¡C¡C
¦Ó¥B bicep¡C¡C ¤@Ó¼öªº¸¡ªÑ·¾¡C¡C ¦Ó¥B tricep¡C¡C »s³y§Ú¡C¡C oooooooh!"Katze ©M Jinpei ¦b½Õ©M¤¤¨®½üÂ\°Ê¡C
"Dance with a brat?" Joe hollered. / "©M¤@Өů䥼°®ªº¤p«Ä¸õ»R"?
³ì¥s³Û¡C
"Shut up, Aniki! BOP! OW!" Jinpei glared at Katze, who obliviously
continued his song. / "³¬¼L,Aniki! BOP! ªí¥Ü¬ðµM¯kµh©Òµo¥X¤§Án!"Jinpei ¦b
Katze µo¯t¥ú,©ö§Ñ¦aÄ~Äò¤F¥Lªººq¡C
"Makes me want to take Charles Atlas by the balls hand.. In just
seven days.. I can make you a maaaa-aaaa-aaa-aaaa-annnn..." / "¨Ï§Ú·QnÂǵ۲y¤â±a¬dº¸´µ¦a¹Ï¡C¡C
¦b¥u¦³¤C¤Ñ¤¤¡C¡C §Ú¯à¨Ï§A¦¨¬° maaaa-aaaa-aaa-aaaa-annnn¡C¡C¡C"
Katze began a perfect "step-kick", flinging his head back so
far Joe was certain he was going to knock his own block off. He nearly
lost it when Jun sang "I'm a muscle faaaaan." and the entire
cast joined the audience in yelling "Shut up, slut!" Then it
was time for Katze to lead Joe off to the bedroom. As the curtain descended,
Joe leaped up into Katze's arms. The curtain came down. / Katze ¶}©l¤F§¹¦¨¦¡
"¨BÆJ-½ð",¨ì²{¦b¬°¤î§â¥LªºÀY§ë¦^¨Ó³ì¬O½T©wªº¥L±Nn¨«¶}ºVÀ»¥L¦Û¤vªº°Ï¬q¡C ·í¤»¤ë°Ûªº®ÉÔ¡A¥L´X¥G¥¢¥h¤F¥¦ "§Ú¬O¦Ù¦×
faaaaan" ¡C ¦Ó¥B¾ãÓªººtû°}®e©MÅ¥²³¤@°_¤j¥s "³¬¼L,¤£ºÝ²øªº¤k¤H"! µM«á Katze ¨«¶}±a»â³ì¨ìª×«Çªº®É¶¡¨ì¤F¡C
·í±b°ªº®ÉÔ, ³ì¸õÅD¦b¶i¤J Katze's ªº¤âÁu¤§¤º¤W±¡C ±b¸¨¤U¨Ó¡C
"Ack!!" / "Ack!!"
THUD!! "Aow! That hurt.." / ¯yÀ»Án!! "Aow! ¨º¶Ë®`¡C¡C"
"Get off of me!" / "§ÚÂ÷¶} "!
"My brain huuuurts!" / "§Úªº¸£ huuuurts"!
"Shut up, Mr. Gumby!!" / "³¬¼L,Gumby ¥ý¥Í!!"
Behind the curtain, the sets were being changed. It was an intermission
for the audience, who went out to get drinks, snacks and smokes. In front
of the "Frank's bedroom" set, Joe straddled Katze, rubbing his
forehead where he had bumped it when Katze collapsed. / ¦b±b«á±¡A²Õ¥¿¦b³Q§ïÅÜ¡C ¥¦¬OÅ¥²³ªº¤@Ó¤¤¤î,¥~¥X±o¨ì¶¼®Æ¡A¤p¦Y©M·Ï¡C
¦b "ªkÄõ§Jªºª×«Ç" ¤§«e³]©w,³ì¸ó¥ß¤F Katze, À¿¥Lªº¥L¤w¸g¸I¼²¥¦ªº«eÃB·í Katze ˶òþ¸Ìªº®ÉÔ¡C
"Don't you even think it!" Joe hissed. / "§A¤£¬Æ¦Ü·Q¥¦¶Ü"!
³ìµo¥X¼NÁn¡C
"Who, me?" Katze's voice rose from somewhere in the vicinity
of Joe's crotch, "I'm as pure as the driven snow." / "½Ö,§Ú"?
Katze's ªºÁnµ±q¬Y³B¦b¾Fªñ³ìªº¯ã³¡¤W¤É," §Ú¬O¹³¨ü¨ìÅXµ¦ªº³·¤@¼Ëªº¯Âºé" ¡C
"In New York, maybe," Joe snarled. / " ¦b¯Ã¬ù,¤]³\",³ì§q¥s¡C
"Will you get off my hair??" / "§A±N¤U§ÚªºÀY¾v¶Ü??"
"Sorry.." / "Ãø¹Lªº¡C¡C"
"Joe??" / "³ì??"
"Oh... Hi, Jun..." / "®@¡C¡C¡C ¶Ù¡A¤»¤ë¡C¡C¡C"
"What on EARTH are you two doing???" / " ¤°»ò¦b¦a²y¤W¬O§A¤G°µ???"
"Joe, I got a bone to pick with y..*," Ken broke off in shock.
/ "³ì,§Ú±o¨ì¤F°©ÀY¥H y ¬D¿ï¡C¡C*,"ªÖ®¦¦bÅåÀ~¤¤¤¤Â_¡C
"Take a number!" Katze called. Joe's compromising position wouldn't
allow him a good enough kick. / "°O¤U¤@ӼƦr"! Katze ©I¥s¡C ³ì§´¨ó³B²z¦ì¸m¨º±N¤£¤¹³\¥L¦n¥R¨¬ªº½ð¡C
"KATZE, I'M AWARE THAT THE BODY I GAVE YOU HAS PROBLEMS WITH ITS
HORMONES, BUT DON'T YOU THINK YOU COULD EXERCISE A LITTLE MORE SELF-CONTROL?"
/ "KATZE, §Ú¬Oª¾¹Dªº¨º¨Åé§Úµ¹¤©§A¦³¥¦ªº²üº¸»Xªº°ÝÃD, ¦ý¬O§A¤£»{¬°§A¥i¥H½m²ß¤@Ó¤p§ó¦hªº§J¤v¶Ü"?
"T'weren't me, Sosai, he jumped me." / " T'were ¤£§Ú¡A Sosai,¥L¸õÅD¤F§Ú".
"It's true!" Jinpei chimed in. / " ¥¦¬O¯u¹êªº"! Jinpei
»ï¦b¡C
"Shut up, Jinpei! BOP OW!" Joe glared at Katze, who was twiddling
his thumbs idly. / "³¬¼L,Jinpei! BOP ªí¥Ü¬ðµM¯kµh©Òµo¥X¤§Án!"³ì¦b Katze µo¯t¥ú,¥¿¦bÃi´k¦a¼¾§Ë¥Lªº©æ«ü¡C
"Look, you lot, we need to get the rest of these sets organized,
you can finish your sexplay later," Director Nambu glared at Joe,
"Joe, I knew you had a thing for Galactors, but I thought you had
more taste." / "¬Ý, §A¹B®ð,§ÚÌ»Ýn±o¨ì²Õ´ªº³o¨Ç²Õªº¨ä¾lªÌ,§Aµy«á¯à§¹¦¨§Aªº sexplay",«ü¾ÉªÌ
Nambu ¦b³ìµo¯t¥ú ",³ì,§Ú»{ÃÑ¡A§A¬° Galactors ¦³¤F¤@¥ó¨Æª«,¦ý¬O§Ú·Q¤F§A¦³¤F§ó¦hªº«~À|".
"He does," came Katze's reply, flashing an "OK" handsign.
/ "¥L°µ",¨Ó Katze's ªºµªÂÐ,°{²{ "¦n" handsign¡C
The other cast members filed away, leaving Joe and Katze alone again.
Joe got up off Katze's hair; Katze sat up. / ¥t¤@Ó§ë³Q¥Ó½ÐÂ÷¶},¦A¤@¦¸§OºÞ³ì©M Katze ªº¦¨û¡C
³ìÄw³Æ»·ªº Katze's ªºÀY¾v; Katze ¼õ©]¡C
"I oughtta kill you for that.." Joe snarled. / " §Ú oughtta
¬°¨º±þ§A¡C¡C"³ì§q¥s¡C
Katze was entirely unperturbed, "If you did, who would pull the stunt
on Ken?" / Katze §¹¥þ¥¼¨ü¨ìÅͶÃ,"¦pªG§A°µ, ½Ö±N·|©Ô¦bªÖ®¦¤Wªº¯S§Þ"?
"True..." / "¯u¹êªº¡C¡C¡C"
"Do you want me to do anything to Jun?" / "§A·Qn§Ú°µ¥ô¦ó¨Æµ¹¤»¤ë¶Ü"?
"No, no, I'll take care of that myself," Joe snickered evilly,
then his face turned dour again, "And if you tell anybody -- ANYBODY
-- about why I didn't get up in front of them, I'll grind your corpse
into hamburger, sell you to McDonald's and THEN tapdance on you!"
/ "¤£¡A¤£¡A§Ú±N·ÓÅU¨º§Ú¦Û¤v",³ì¨¸´c¦a¦Y¦Y¦a¯º,µM«á¥LªºÁy¦A¤@¦¸Åܤ£·RÁ¿¸Üªº ", ¦Ó¥B¦pªG§A§i¶D¥ô¦ó¤H
-- ¥ô¦ó¤H -- Ãö©ó§Ú¬°¤°»ò¦b¥L̤§«e¨S¦³°_§É, §Ú±N¿i§Aªº«ÍÅé¶iº~³ù¤§¤º, ½æ§Aµ¹³Á·í³Ò¤½¥qµM«á¦b§A¤Wªº tapdance!"
Jun was certain she would have nightmares about this horrible play for
months. It was completely insane, most certainly not the sort of thing
any well-bred young lady would be caught doing. Why did she let Dr. Nambu
talk her into doing this? Why had he agreed to it in the first place?
And WHO put the white-out on the scripts?? / ¤»¤ë¬O½T©wªº¦o±N·|¦³Ãö©ó³o³õ¥i©Èªº¹CÀ¸¹ÚÆLªø¹F¼ÆӤ뤧¤[¡C
¥¦§¹¥þ±wºë¯«¯f, ³Ì·íµM¤£¬O¨ººØ¨Æª«¥ô¦óªº¦³±Ð¾iªº¦~»´²Q¤k±N·|³Q®·®»°µ¡C ¦o¬°¤°»ò¶i¤J°µ³o¤§¤ºÅý Nambu ³Õ¤h»¡¸Ü¦o? ¥L¬°¤°»ò¦P·N¤F¥¦º¥ý
? ¦Ó¥B¥@¬É½Ã¥Í²Õ´©ñ¥Õ¦â-¦b¤â¼gÅé¤Wªº¥~??
Nobody told her she'd be stripped to her underwear. No one told her there
would be people in the audience yelling rude things. Definitely nobody
told her Berg Katze would be playing Frank N. Furter, but then nobody
knew that, and surely Joe was as unpleasantly surprised. But Joe didn't
have to be in bed with him! / ¨S¦³¤H§i¶D¤F¦o¦o±N·|³Q°£¥h¨ì¦oªº¤º¦ç¿Ç¡C ¨S¦³¤H§i¶D¡A¦oªº¨º¸Ì±N·|¬O¤j¥s²Ê¾|µL§ªº¨Æª«
ªºÅ¥²³¤H¡C ¤@©w¨S¦³¤H§i¶D¡A¦oªº¦B¤s Katze ±N·|ª±ªkÄõ§J N. Furter ¡A¦ý¬OµM«á¨S¦³¤Hª¾¹D¡A¦Ó¥B·íµM³ì¬O¦p¤£´r§Ö·P¨ìÅå³Y¡C ¦ý¬O³ì¤£¤@©wn©M¥L¦bºÎı!
The worst part was, Jun was beginning to understand how Janet must have
felt. Katze hadn't done anything that wasn't called for by the script,
yet there was an overpowering sense of sexuality that fairly exuded from
him. Magnetic, compelling, animal... and oh so tempting... / ³ÌÃaªº³¡¥÷¬O,¤»¤ë¥¿¦b¶}©l¤F¸Ñ¬Ã©g¦p¦ó¤@©w´¿¸g·Pı¹L¡C
Katze ¨S¦³°µ¤£¬O³Q¤â¼gÅén¨Dªº, µM¦Ó¦³¤@ÓµLªk©è§Ü¤½¥¦a±q¥L¬y¥Xªº©Ê§O·Pªº¥ô¦ó¨Æ¡C ¦³ºÏ©Êªº¡MµLªk¤Ï»éªº,°Êª«¡C¡C¡C ¦Ó¥Bªí¥ÜÅå³Y¦p¦¹»¤´b¤H¡C¡C¡C
"BRAD!!!!" she screamed. / "¥¬µÜ¼w!!!!"¦o¦y¥s¡C
Katze sat up. In the pink light of the spot, behind the gauzy curtains,
he regarded Jun's flushed face, heaving chest and erect nipples. / Katze
¼õ©]¡C ¦b¦aÂIªº¯»¬õ¥ú¤¤¡A¦b¯½¦üªº±b«á±¡A¥Lµø¬°¤F³QÁyµo¬õÁy,¥Î¤OÁ|°_¯Ý©Mª½¥ßªº¨ÅÀY¤»¤ë¡C
"What brought that on?" he wondered. / " ¤°»ò¾ÉP¨º"? ¥LÃhºÃ¡C
"Same set, different filter.." the audience chanted. Bang on,
as it happened. / "¬Û¦Pªº²Õ,¤£¦Pªº¹LÂo¾¹¡C¡C"Å¥²³Ëï°Û¡C «À»¦b,¤§¤W¸I¥©¡C
Ken lay on the bed, looked at his watch, and privately fumed. He was certain
it had been Joe who had blotted out the part in the script where he had
his clothing stripped off. Oh sure, the words had been there, but the
actions surrounding them? He'd get Joe, oh yes.. / ªÖ®¦½ö¦b§É¤W,¬Ý¥Lªº¤â¿ö, ¦Ó¥B¨p¤UÂt¡C
¥L¬O½T©wªº¥¦¤w¸g¬O¤w¸g¦ÃÂI¥X¥L¨«¶}°£¥h¥Lªº¦çªA¤â¼gÅ骺³¡¥÷³ì¡C ®@·íµM¡A¦r¤w¸g¦b¨º¸Ì, ¦ý¬O³ò¶µÛ¥L̪º¦æ°Ê? ¥L±N·|ª§¨ú³ì, ªí¥ÜÅå³Y¬Oªº¡C¡C
"Oh, Brad!" cried Katze in a perfect imitation of Jun's voice,
"It's no good here.. It will destroy us!" / "®@,¥¬µÜ¼w"!
ú¤@Ó¤»¤ëªºÁnµ§¹¬ü¼Ò¥éªº Katze," ¥¦¬O¨S¦³¦nªº¦b³o¸Ì¡C¡C ¥¦±N¯}Ãa§ÚÌ!"
"Don't worry, Janet, we'll be away from here in the morning."
He stroked the wig, feeling Katze.... waaaaitaminute.... / "¤£n·Ð´o,¬Ã©g,§Ú̦b¦±á±N»·Â÷³o¸Ì".
¥L¦E§À¼Õ¤F°²¾v,·Pı Katze.... waaaaitaminute....
"YOU!" / "§A"!
Katze's leer was right out of a Hammer horror flic, "I'm afraid so,
Brad. But isn't it NICE!" The last word was spat with predatory intensity.
Ken cringed. / Katze's ªº¬îªi¬O¥¿½T¦a±qÂñÅåÀb flic," ®£©È¦p¦¹,¥¬µÜ¼w¡C ¦ý¬O¤£¬O¥¦¬ü¦nªº!"³Ì«á¤@Ó¦r»P±°¹Üªº±j¯P¤@°_¦R¤fªj¡C
ªÖ®¦¬ÈÁY¡C
"Er.. uh..What have you done with Janet?" / "Er¡C¡C uh¡C¡C§A¤w¸g¹ï¬Ã©g°µ¤°»ò?"
"Why..nothing! Why, do you think I should?" / "¬°¤°»ò¡C¡C¨S¨Æ!
¬°¤°»ò, §A»{¬°§ÚÀ³¸Ó?"
"You tricked me, I've nevernever!" / "§AÀ¸§Ë¤F§Ú,§Ú¦³ nevernever"!
"Yes, I know.." Katze purred, reaching for him, "But it
wasn't all bad, was it?" His fingers found the spot at the back of
Ken's neck, "Not even half bad?" His tongue was tracing down
Ken's chest, "I think you found it.." Lower, "..Quite pleasurable.."
/ "¬Oªº¡A§Úª¾¹D¡C¡C"Katze purred,¤Î©ó¥L ", ¦ý¬O¥¦¤£¬O©Ò¦³Ãaªº,¬O¶Ü ?"¥Lªº¤â«ü¦bªÖ®¦ªº²ä¤lI±µo²{¦aÂI
", ¤£¬O¬Æ¦Ü¤@¥bÃaªº?"¥Lªº¦Þ¥¿¦b°lÂܤU¨ÓªÖ®¦ªº¯Ý ",§Ú»{¬°§Aµo²{¥¦¡C¡C"¤ñ¸û§Cªº ",.¡C¬Û·í§Ö¼Ö¡C¡C"
Ken gasped as Katze's wet tongue spiralled lazy circuits about his navel..
/ ªÖ®¦³Ý®ð¦p Katze's Àã®ð¦Þ spiralled Ãö©ó¥Lªº¨{ÂÀÃi´kªº½u¸ô¡C¡C
"JUN!!! I mean JANET!!!" / "¤»¤ë!!! §Ú·N¿×¬Ã©g!!!"
Backstage, Joe was having a field day. Oh how he wished he could be a
fly under the bed.... / ¦b«á¥x¡A³ì¥¿¦b¦³¤@Ó¤á¥~¹B°Ê¤é¡C ®@¥L¦p¦óÄ@¤F¥L¥i¯à¬O¦b§É¤U±ªº¤@°¦»aÃÇ....
"You want her to see you.. LIKE THIS??" / "§A·Qn¦o¨£§A¡C¡C ¹³³o??"
"Yahh!! Get awa.. 'Like..'.. ahh!" / "Yahh!! ±o¨ì awa ¡C¡C
'¬Û¦üªº¡C¡C'.¡C ahh!"
"Say it, asshole!" the audience chimed. Ken's mind was a horrified
blank. / "¥¦»¡,§¾²´"! Å¥²³»ï¡C ªÖ®¦ªº¤ß¬OÅ屪ªºªÅ®æ¡C
"'I thought it was the real thing'" Katze whispered. / "'§Ú·Q¡A¥¦¬O¯u¥¿ªº¨Æª«'"Katze
¦Õ»y¡C
"Huh??" "'I thought it was the real thing', that's your
line!" / "ó!??""'§Ú·Q¡A¥¦¬O¯u¥¿ªº¨Æª«',¨º¬O§Aªº¥xµü!"
"You bastard! I uh.. I thought it was the real thing!" / "
§A¨p¥Í¤l! §Ú uh¡C¡C §Ú·Q¤F¥¦¬O¯u¥¿ªº¨Æª«!"
"Oh come on, Brad, admit it. You liked it, didn't you? There's no
crime in giving yourself over to pleasure.." / " ®@µo¥Í ,¥¬µÜ¼w,¥¦©Ó»{¡C
§A³ßÅw¥¦,¤£¬O¶Ü? ¦bµ¹§A¦Û¤v¤è±¨S¦³¥Ç¸o¦b¹ï§Ö¼Ö¤§¤W¡C¡C"
"It is in the ISO," the audience returned. Backstage, Joe bit
his lip, sneaking a glance at Dr. Nambu. / " ¥¦¦b°ê»Ú¼Ð·Ç²Õ´¤¤",Å¥²³ÂkÁÙ¡C
¦b«á¥x¡A³ì«r¤F¥Lªº®B,¦b Nambu ³Õ¤hªº°½°½°k¨«ªº¤@¿h¡C
"Y..You promise you won't tell.." Ken got out. / "Y¡C¡C§AµªÀ³§A·N§Ó¤£§i¶D¡C¡C"ªÖ®¦Â÷¶}¡C
"On my mother's grave," and Katze dove for Ken's belly button
again. Ken whimpered. / ¦A¤@¦¸ªº¬°ªÖ®¦ªº¨{ÂÀ "¦b§Úªº¥À¿Ë¹Ó¥Þ¤W", ©M Katze ÂF¤l¡C ªÖ®¦¶ã«|¡C
"Tell us about it, Janet," Gel Sadra and Dr. Raphael cackled.
/ "§i¶D§ÚÌÃö©ó¥¦,¬Ã©g", ½¦¤ÆÅé Sadra ©M³Q«£«£¦a¥sªº©Ô´´º¸³Õ¤h¡C
"I was feeling done in.." Jun sang with confidence. Joe was
playing Rocky. Joe was safe. She felt safe with Joe. She didn't know what
Katze had one to Ken, but then again he hadn't had to do anything to her
and she was still... Concentrate on the song, girl... / " §Ú¥¿¦b·Pı°µ¦b¡C¡C"¤»¤ë¥H«H¤ß°Û¡C
³ì¥¿¦bª±¦h©¥¥Ûªº¡C ³ì¬O¦w¥þªº¡C ¦o¹ï³ì·P¨ì¦w¥þ¡C ¦o¨S¦³ª¾¹D¤°»ò Katze ¹ïªÖ®¦¦³¤F¤@¡A¦ý¬O¦A¤@¦¸µM«á¥L¤£¥²¶·¤´µM°µ¥ô¦ó¨Æµ¹¦o©M¦o¬O¡C¡C¡C
±Mª`©óºq¡A¤k«Ä¡C¡C¡C
"Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me.. I wanna be diiiirty.."
Joe, what are you doing?? Not there! "Thrill me, chill me, fulfill
me.. Creature of the night.." / "IJı-¤@,±µÄ²-¤@,±µÄ²-¤@,¸I§Ú¡C¡C §Ú·Qn¬O diiiirty¡C¡C"³ì,§A¥¿¦b°µ¤°»ò??
¤£¦b¨º¸Ì! "¾_Ÿ§Ú,¨Ï§ÚÅܧN,¹ê²{§Ú¡C¡C ©]±ßªº¥Íª«¡C¡C"
Backstage, Dr. Nambu approached Katze, his face stern, "What did
you do to Ken?" he demanded. Katze looked puzzled. / ¦b«á¥x¡A Nambu ³Õ¤h±µªñ¤F
Katze ¡A¥LªºÁy§À³¡,"§A¹ïªÖ®¦°µ¤°»ò"? ¥Ln¨D¡C Katze ¬Ý§x´b¡C
"Nothing. Why, do you think I should? BOP! OW!" Katze glared
at Dr. Nambu, but he had walked away. / "¨S¨Æ¡C ¬°¤°»ò, §A»{¬°§ÚÀ³¸Ó? BOP! ªí¥Ü¬ðµM¯kµh©Òµo¥X¤§Án!"Katze
¦b Nambu ³Õ¤hµo¯t¥ú¡A¦ý¬O¥L¤w¸g¨«¶}¡C
"This is a good place for a Stick-Up!" the audience commented.
/ "³o¬O¤@®Ú¾ðªKªº¤@Ó¦n¦a¤è-¼W¥["! Å¥²³§åµû¡C
"Joe, what are you doing??" Jun whispered. / "³ì,§A¥¿¦b°µ¤°»ò??"¤»¤ë¦Õ»y¡C
He looked innocent, "But it has to look good or else Galactor will
win!" / ¥L¬Ý°_¨ÓµL¸o," ¦ý¬O¥¦¥²¶·¬Ý¦nªº©Î§O Galactor ±Nűo"!
Jun carried on her song, feeling more and more that the freedom of the
Earth wasn't worth this embarrassment. / ¤»¤ëÄ~Äò¦oªººq,¶V¨Ó¶V¦hªº¨º¦a²yªº¦Û¥Ñ·Pı¤£¬Oȱo³o§xµ~¡C
Finally it was over, and Katze entered from stage left, whipping Jinpei
with a cheap, three-foot bullwhip. / ³Ì«á¥¦µ²§ô¡A¦Ó¥B Katze ±q³Q¯d¤Uªº¶¥¬q¡A©M¤@Ó«K©y¤S¤T¸}ªº¥Í¥Ö»sªøÃ@ªºÃ@¥´
Jinpei ¶i¤J¡C
"What do you say when Frank fucks you, Riff?" the audience asked.
/ "·íªkÄõ§J©Ê¥æ§Aªº®ÉÔ¡A§A»¡¤°»ò,¤Ï´_¼Ö¸`"? Å¥²³°Ý¡C
"MERCY!!" Jinpei screamed, delightedly imagining the outrage
on Jun's face: She had really blown a fuse when she discovered he would
be subjected to rude language and innuendo. / "¤¯·O!!"Jinpei ¦y¥s,°ª¿³¦a·Q¹³¦b¤»¤ëªºÁy¤W¼É¦æ:
·í¦oµo²{ªº®ÉÔ¡A¦o¤w¸g³Q¯uªº§j¤@±ø«OÀIµ· , ¥L±N·|¨ü¨î©ó²Ê¾|µL§ªº»y¨¥©M¿Ø¨ë¡C
"I was only away for a minute.. doing what? Master bating."
/ "§Ú¥u¦³Â÷¶}¤ÀÄÁ¡C¡C °µ¤°»ò? ©ºªA´î®z¡C"
"Well see if you can find him on the monitor!" How's your backhand?
crack! Better than Curry's / "¦pªG§A¯à¦bºÊµø¾¹¤Wµo²{¥L¡A«Ü¦n¦a¬Ý¨£"! ¦p¦ó§Aªº¤Ï©ç? µõÁ_!
¤ñ©@ù¯»¦nªº
Jinpei hobbled over to the monitor and flicked it on. The cast stared
in amazement at the picture of Dr. Nambu in the wheelchair. / Jinpei ¶_¦æ¦b¨ìºÊµø¾¹¤§¤W¦Ó¥B»´¼u¤F¥¦¦b¤§¤W¡C
ºtû°}®e¦b½ü´Èªº Nambu ³Õ¤hªº·Ó¤ùÅå³Y¦aª`µø¡C
"Oh, even better.." Katze crowed, thinking of his modification
to the set. "He'll probably be.. in the Zen room!" He turned
to the audience, "Shall we inquire of him in person?" / "®@,¬Æ¦Ü§ó¡C¡C"Katze
³Ú¥s, °w¹ï«ä¦Òªº¥L×¥¿ªº²Õ¡C " ¥L±N¥i¯à¬O¡C¡C ¦bðթж¡¤¤!"¥L¨D§U©óÅ¥²³ ",§Ú̱N¦b¤H¤¤¦V¥L¥´Å¥¶Ü?"
"Sure, Frank! Use the triple contact electromagnet!" Katze threw
the switch. / "·íµM,ªkÄõ§J! ¨Ï¥Î¤T¿ªº³sµ¸¹qºÏ¥Û!"Katze ¥á¶}Ãö¡C
To wildly distorted sitar music, Dr. Nambu's wheelchair was dragged about
the upper levels of the set by a very obvious rope. Katze threw another
lever and the sliding panel of the 'wall' came up -- with modifications.
Katze had painted upon it, in bold, black letters, the words "No
Time to Lose". / ¹ï³¥©Ê¦a§á¦±ªº¦è¶ðµ^µ¼Ö¡A Nambu's ³Õ¤h½ü´È¦b¤@±ø«D±`©úÅ㪺²Ê÷¤§«e³Q©ì©ÔÃö©ó¤W±¤ô·Çªº²Õ¨Æ¡C
Katze ¥á¥t¤@Óºb±ì¡A¦Ó¥B 'Àð¾À' ªº·Æ»ö¿öªOµo¥Í -- ÂÇ¥Ñ×¥¿¡C ¦b¤jÁx¤S¶Â¦âªº«H¡A¡¨¨S¦³®É¶¡¥¢¥h¡¨¨ºÓ¦r¤¤ Katze ¤w¸g¦b¥¦¤§¤Wµe¡C
"HEY, KOOL-AID!!!" cast and audience hollered, then burst into
laughter as Dr. Nambu burst through the paper 'wall' panel. / "¶Ù¡A
KOOL-À°§U!!!"ºtû°}®e©MÅ¥²³¥s³Û, µM«á¸g¹L³ø¯È 'Àð¾À' »ö¿öªO¬ðµM¤j¯º¦p Nambu ³Õ¤h¯}µõ¡C
"Great Scott!" Ken exclaimed, then glared at the pieces of leftover
toilet paper Joe was flinging at him. / "°¶¤jªº¥v¦Ò¯S"! ªÖ®¦¤j¥s, µM«á¦b´Ý¾l½Ã¥Í¯È³ìªº¶ôµo¯t¥ú¥¿¦b¥L§ë¡C
"Frank N. Furter," Dr. Nambu intoned in an East Russian accent.
Mit Kraut! "We meet at last." No, we meet at first. / "ªkÄõ§J
N. Furter",¤@ÓªFªº«X°ê¤fµªº Nambu ³Õ¤h intoned¡C Mit ¼w°ê¤H! " §Ú̳̫á¹J¨£"
¡C ¤£¡A§ÚÌ°_¥ý¨£±¡C
"Dr. Scott!" Ken pushed past Katze, his hand outthrust towards
Dr. Nambu. / "¥v¦Ò¯S³Õ¤h"! ªÖ®¦±ÀÀ½ Katze,¹ï©ó Nambu ³Õ¤hªº¥L¤â outthrust¡C
"Brad, what are you doing here?" Oh, just fucking around...
/ "¥¬µÜ¼w,§A¥¿¦b³o¸Ì°µ¤°»ò"? ®@,¶È¶È¦bªþªñ©Ê¥æ¡C¡C¡C
"You know perfectly well what Brad is doing here, Dr. Scott. Getting
good head It was part of your set up, wasn't it? That he and his.. female...
should check the layout for you? Well, I'm afraid the plans are to be
changed. I hope you're adaptable, Dr. Scott: I know Brad is," Katze
turned to leer at Ken, who blushed to the roots of his hair. You promised
you wouldn't tell! / "§A§¹¥þ¦a«Ü¦n¦aª¾¹D¥¬µÜ¼w¬O¦b³o¸Ì°µ,¥v¦Ò¯S³Õ¤hªº¡C Åý¥¦¬O§Aªº²Õ³¡¥÷ªº¦nÀYµn¤W , ¥¦¤£¬O?
¨º¥L©M¥Lªº¡C¡C ¤k©Ê¡C¡C¡C À³¸Ó¬°§AÀˬd¦a±°Ï¹º? ¦n§a¡A®£©Èp¹º¬O³Q§ïÅÜ¡C §Ú§Æ±æ§A¬O¯à¾AÀ³ªº¡A¥v¦Ò¯S³Õ¤h: §Úª¾¹D¡A¥¬µÜ¼w¬O,"Katze
·Ç³Æ¦bªÖ®¦°e¬îªi,ªÖ®¦¹ï¥LªºÀY¾v®ÚÁy¬õ¡C §AµªÀ³¤F§A±N¤£§i¶D!
"I can assure you zat Brad's presence here is a complete surprise
to me," Nambu returned in an Austrian accent, "I came here to
find lunch! Eddie." / " §Ú¯à«OÃÒ§A zat ¥¬µÜ¼wªº¥X²{³o¸Ì¬O¹ï§Ú§¹¥þªº·N¥~",Nambu
¦b¤@Ó¶ø¦a§Qªº¤fµ¤¤ÂkÁÙ ",§Ú¨Ó³o¸Ìµo²{¤ÈÀ\! ¦ã}¡C"
At this point, Jun missed her cue and moaned. Or it might have had something
to do with Joe. That point was never clarified. However, after a moment's
recovery, the audience shouted "Mickey Mouse roll call, sound off!"
/ ¦¹®É¡A¤»¤ë¿ù¹L¤F¦oªº¶}ºÝ¦Ó¥B©D§u¡C ©Î¥¦À³¸Ó¥i¥H»P³ì¦³Ãö¡C ¨ºÂI±q¤£³Q¼á²M¡C µM¦Ó¡A¦b¤ù¨èªº«ì´_¤§«á¡AÅ¥²³©I³Û "¦Ì¦Ñ¹«ÂI¦W,¨«¶}Å¥"!
"Janet!" / "¬Ã©g"!
"Dr. Scott!" / "¥v¦Ò¯S³Õ¤h"!
"Janet!" / "¬Ã©g"!
"Brad!!" / "¥¬µÜ¼w!!"
"Rocky!" / "¦h©¥¥Ûªº"!
PISS OFF! / ¨«¶}¤p«K!
"Janet!" / "¬Ã©g"!
"Dr. Scott!" / "¥v¦Ò¯S³Õ¤h"!
"Janet!" / "¬Ã©g"!
"Brad!!" / "¥¬µÜ¼w!!"
"Rocky!" / "¦h©¥¥Ûªº"!
PISS OFF! / ¨«¶}¤p«K!
"Janet!" / "¬Ã©g"!
"Dr. Scott!" / "¥v¦Ò¯S³Õ¤h"!
"Janet!" / "¬Ã©g"!
"Brad!!" / "¥¬µÜ¼w!!"
"Rocky!" / "¦h©¥¥Ûªº"!
PISS OFF! / ¨«¶}¤p«K!
"Listen! I made you... and I can break you just as easily!"
KLOON!!! "Mah-stah, dinner is pre-pairred!" / "Å¥! §Ú»s³y¤F§A¡C¡C¡C
¦Ó¥B§Ú¯à¥´¯}§A¥¿¦p®e©ö¦a!"KLOON!!! "Mah-stah,±ßÀ\³Q¹w¥ý¦¨¹ï"!
Even Katze's ears were ringing from the recoil of Dr. Raphael's gong.
/ ¬Æ¦Ü Katze's ªº¦Õ¦·¥¿¦b±q©Ô´´º¸³Õ¤hªº»ÉÆr¬ÈÁY»ïÅT¡C
In the dining room set, Jinpei handed Katze an electric knife, "Hermaphrodites,
start your engines! BOP! OW!" He glared at Katze, who blithely continued
to cut the "meat." / ¦b¶ºÆU²Õ¤¤¡A Jinpei ¶Ç»¼¤F Katze ¤@¤ä¹q°Êªº¤M,"¨ã¦³¨â©ÊªÌ,±Ò°Ê§Aªº¤ÞÀº!
BOP! ªí¥Ü¬ðµM¯kµh©Òµo¥X¤§Án!"¥L¦b Katze µo¯t¥ú, Åw¼Ö¦aÄ~Äò´î¤Ö¨º "¦×¡C"
"That looks like a giant bologna," Joe whispered. Katze nodded
imperceptibly. / "¨º¬Ý°_¨Ó¹³¤@ÓÃe¤jªºªi¶©¨º¸z¤@¼Ë",³ì¦Õ»y¡C Katze ¤£¥iı¦aÂIÀY¡C
"I think it is." / "§Ú»{¬°¡A¥¦¬O" ¡C
"Wonder what part that's supposed to represent..." / "¤À¶}¨ºªº©_ÂÝÀ³¸Ó¥Nªí¡C¡C¡C"
"I've been refraining from thinking about it. I'm sure I don't want
to know." / "§Ú¤w¸g§J¨î¤£n·Q¥¦¡C §Ú½T©w§Ú¤£·Qnª¾¹D¡C"
What kind of wine is it? Oh, table wine.. / ¥¦¬O¤°»òÃþ«¬ªº¸²µå°s? ®@, À\®à¥Î¸²µå°s¡C¡C
"A toast.." Katze ducked a bready missile, "To absent friends."
/ "¤@¤ù¤g¥qÄÑ¥]¡C¡C"Katze ¨S¤J¤ô¤¤¤F¤@Ó bready ¸¼u ", ¯Ê®uªB¤Í¡C"
Audience and cast donned birthday hats. While in the wings, Joe had discovered
that if he put the hat on the right way, he could flip it up like a lid,
simply by flexing his jaw. This would be perfect during the birthday song,
he thought. / Å¥²³©Mºtû°}®eµÛ¤F¥Í¤é´U¤l¡C ¦b¯Í»H¤¤ªº®ÉÔ¡A³ì¤w¸gµo²{¡A¦pªG¥LÀ¹¤W´U¤l¥¿½Tªº¤èªk,¥L¥i¥H¦V¤W¹³¤@Ó»\¤l¥Î«üÀY¼u¥¦,¥u¬OÂÇ¥ÑÅs¦±¥LªºÃE¡C
³o±N·|¦b¥Í¤éºq´Á¶¡¬O§¹¬üªº,¥L·Q¡C
"Happy Birthday to you woo!" He saw Katze's eyes slide away
from him, to gaze determinedly at the ceiling. / " ¯¬§A¥Í¤é§Ö¼ÖÀµ¨D"!
¥L¬Ý¨£ Katze's ²´·ú¤Û¿O¤ù»·Â÷¥L, °í¨M¦a¦b¤ÑªáªOª`µø¡C
"Happy Birthday to you woo!" Dr. Nambu bit his lip. Gel Sadra
was unsuccessful and was giggling. / " ¯¬§A¥Í¤é§Ö¼ÖÀµ¨D"! Nambu ³Õ¤h«r¤F¥Lªº®B¡C
½¦¤ÆÅé Sadra ¬O¤£¦¨¥\ªº¨Ã¥B¥¿¦b¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C
They finished the birthday song, went through the "tender subject,"
and listened to "Rockin' Nambu" singing with a Ukrainian accent.
When it was over, Katze rose and grabbed the table cloth. He yanked. /
¥Ļ¹¦¨¤F¥Í¤éºq,¸g¹L " ·Å©MªºªA±q ", ¦Ó¥BÅ¥¨ì "Rockin'Nambu"©M¤@Ó¯Q§JÄõªº¤fµºq°Û¡C
·í¥¦µ²§ôªº®ÉÔ,Katze ¤W¤É¦Ó¥B§ì¨ú¤F®à¤l¥¬®Æ¡C ¥L±j©Ô¡C
He stared in dumbfounded amazement at the cutlery, dishes and centerpieces,
all still neatly arranged on the now-naked table top. / ¥L¦bÀ\¨ã¡A½L¤l©M¤¤¤ß¸Ë¹¢«~ªºÀ~Åå´j¤¤ª`µø,¥þ³¡¤´µM¾ã¼ä¦a¦b²{¦b-
¨ª»rªº®à¤l³»ºÝ¤W¦w±Æ¡C
"It worked!!!" / "¥¦¤u§@!!!"
Oh Frank, bite your knuckle and go talk to the refrigerator like Sosai
X / ®@ªkÄõ§J, «r§Aªº«ü¸`¦Ó¥B¥h¹ï¹q¦B½cªº½Í¸Ü³ßÅw Sosai X
"And my children turn on me.." Katze began, then got an attack
of the giggles. Backstage, Sosai himself glowered, while Sadra thumped
the mattresses, trying not to laugh. / "¦Ó¥B§Úªº«Ä¤l¥´¶}§Ú¡C¡C"Katze ¶}©l,
µM«á±o¨ì¤@Ó§ðÀ»¨º¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¡C ¦b«á¥x¡A Sosai ¥L¦Û¤vÀü²´,·í Sadra «¥´¤F©³¹Ôªº®ÉÔ,¹Á¸Õ¤£n¯º¡C
What's your favorite high-protein drink? / ¬O§Aªº³ß·R°ª-³J¥Õ½è³Ü?
"Eden-Soy! We must prepare for the floor show!" / "¥ì¨l¶é-¤j¨§!
§Ṳ́@©wn·Ç³Æºq»R¸`¥Ø !"
Katze fiddled anxiously with his feathers, trying to get the ones in his
hair to stand up properly. To top it off, his garters kept popping. The
music had started and Gel Sadra, having been 'de-medusa'd by means of
a spotlight, was singing her verse of the song. It was made all the more
surreal by her voice. / Katze ¼~¼{¦a¥H¥Lªº¦Ð¤òµê«×®É¥ú, ¹Á¸Õ¦³¥LªºÀY¾v¤@¨Ç¾A·í¦a¯¸°_¨Ó¡C ¬°¤Fn¨«¶}¶W¶V¥¦,¥LªºÄû±aÄ~Äò¨ú¥X¡C
µ¼Ö¤w¸g¶}©l¨Ã¥B½¦¤Æ Sadra, ¦³¬O 'de- medusa'd ¸g¥Ñ¤@ÓµJÂI,¥¿¦b°Û¦oªººq¸Ö¡C ¥¦·U§ó¹Ú¤Û¯ë³Q¦oªºÁnµ°µ©Ò¦³¡C
"I'm not sure who's the worse singer in this production.." Katze
muttered to himself, hiding in the wings. / "§Ú¤£½T©w³o»s³yªº¸ûÁVºq¤â¬O½Ö¡C¡C"Katze
¹ï¥L¦Û¤v³ä³ä¦Û»y,Âæb¯Í»H¤¤¡C
"I am just seven hours old," Joe sang / "§Ú¬O¥u¦³¤C¤p®É¤§¤[",³ì°Û
And you can't sing worth shit!" Katze shouted. / ¦Ó¥B§A¤£¯à°Û»ùÈÁT!"Katze
©I³Û¡C
Truly beautiful.. to behold But you can't sing! / ¯u¹ê¬üÄR¡C¡C ¬Ý¨ì¦ý¬O§A¤£¯à°Û!
And somebody should be told that you can't sing? / ¦Ó¥B¬Y¤HÀ³¸Ó³Q§i¶D§A¤£¯à°Û?
My libido hasn't been controlled neither's your singing voice / §Úªº¼¤±æ¨S¦³³Q±±¨î¬J«D§Aªººq°ÛÁnµ
Now the only thing I've come to trust is Jun's bust" Joe directed
a glare at the shadow-hidden Katze. "Rose tints my world and keeps
me safe from my trouble and pain.." / ²{¦b§Ú¤w¸g±o¨ì«H¿àªº°ß¤@¨Æª«¬O¤»¤ëªº¥b¨¹³"³Q«ü¥Ü¦b¼v¹³-
ÁôÂêº Katze ªº°{Ä£¥úªº³ì¡C " ÅÚµ·¦â±m§Úªº¥@¬É¦Ó¥B«O¦s§Ú¨Ó¦Û§Úªº³Â·Ð©MµhWªº«OÀI½c¡C¡C"
"It's beyond me," Ken sang, struggling with high heels, popping
garters and tripping himself with his boa. Yep; Brad. "Help me, Mommy..
I'll be good, you'll see.. Take this dream awaaaaaaay.. / " ¥¦¤ÓÃø",ªÖ®¦°Û,
»P°ª¸ò¾c°_ª§°õ, ¨ú¥XÄû±a©M²Ì˪º¥L¦Û¤v¥Ñ©ó¥LªºÁ¯³D¡C Yep; ¥¬µÜ¼w¡C "À°§U§Ú,¶ý«}¡C¡C §Ú±N«Ü¦n,§A±N¬Ý¨£¡C¡C ±Ä¨ú³oÓ¹Ú
awaaaaaaay ¡C¡C
What's this? It's your foot Let's see..see? I feel sexy.. What's come
over me? Frank Whoa, here it comes again! My mistake, epilepsy."
"I feel.. released.. you sure don't look it!" / ³o¬O¤°»ò? ¥¦¬O§Aªº¸}Åý§Ú̬ݨ£¡C¡C¬Ý¨£?
§Úı±o¦³©Ê·P¡C¡C ¤°»ò¦b§Ú¤§¤W³Q¨Ó? ªkÄõ§J«z,¦b³o¸Ì¥¦¦A¤@¦¸¨Ó! §Úªº¿ù»~¡AÅöíw¯g¡C""§Ú·Pı¡C¡C µoªí¡C¡C §A·íµM¨S¬Ý¥¦!"
Katze was doubled over with laughter. Jun looked about as released as
an overwound watch spring. She didn't seem to be any more coordinated
in high heels than Ken. While she stumbled and staggered her unsexy way
to her verse's finish, Katze climbed to the top of his platform and sincerely
hoped the stairs would work this time. / Katze µ²§ô³Q¯º¥[¿¡C ·í¤@¥u overwound ¤â¿ö¸õªº®ÉÔ¡A¤»¤ë¬ÝÃö©ó¦P¼Ë¦a³QÄÀ©ñ¡C
¦o¦ü¥G¤£¬O¥ô¦óªº§ó¦h¶W¹LªÖ®¦¦b°ª¸ò¾c¤¤¨ó½Õ¡C ¦o²Ì˦ӥBÂÚ¶\¤F¦oªº¦o¸Ö§¹¦¨ªº¤£¦³©Ê·Pªº¸ô¡A¤£¹L Katze Ãkµn¨ì¥Lªº¤ë¥x³»ºÝ¦Ó¥B¸Û¼°¦a§Æ±æ¼Ó±è³o¦¸±N·|¤u§@¡C
"What ever happened to Fay Wray?" / " ¤°»ò´¿¸gµo¥Í¦b¤p¥P¤l Wray ¤W"?
"She went apeshit!" Joe returned. Katze fought off a glare.
/ "¦o¥h¤F apeshit"! ³ìÂkÁÙ¡C Katze ¨«¶}¥´¥M°{Ä£¥ú¡C
"That delicate, satin-draped frame.. as it clung to her thigh.."
/ " ¨º²Ó½oÀu¶®ªº,½v¤l¥Î¥¬Ã®Âл\Åé®æªº¡C¡C ·í¥¦ÂHªþ©ó¦oªº¤j»L¡C¡C"
"What? The apeshit?" / "¤°»ò? apeshit?"
"How I started to cry..." / "§Ú¦p¦ó¶}©lú¡C¡C¡C"
"I'd cry too if I had apeshit on my thigh.." / "¦pªG§Ú¦³¤F¦b§Úªº¤j»L¤Wªº
apeshit ¡A§Ú¤]±N·|ú¡C¡C"
"'Cause I wanted to be dressed just the same.." Kick that prick!
Katze kicked the lever. He kicked it again. And again. He wound up and
punted with all his weight. The lever broke off. Joe ran over and began
yanking on the stair. It refused to budge. / "' ¤Þ°_§Ú·Qn³Q¬ïµÛ¶È¶È¬Û¦P¡C¡C"½ð¨º¤ã!
Katze ½ð¤Fºb±ì¡C ¥L¦A¤@¦¸½ð¤F¥¦¡C ¦Ó¥B¦A¤@¦¸¡C ¥L¥H¥L©Ò¦³ªº«¶qµ²§ô¦Ó¥B¥©³²î¡C ºb±ì¤¤Â_¡C ³ìÁÓ¹L¦Ó¥B¶}©l¦b¤@¯Å¤W±j©Ô¡C ¥¦©Úµ´²¾°Ê¡C
"Erotic nightmares.. beyond any measure.." Katze sang, staring
down at the figures struggling with the stair. "Can't you just feel
it.. Whoa.. oa.. ooooh!" / "©Ê·Rªº¹ÚÆL¡C¡C ¶W¹L¥ô¦óªº¤è¦¡¡C¡C"Katze °Û,¦b»P¤@¯Å°_ª§°õ
ªº¼Æ¦rª`µø¤U¨Ó¡C "§A¤£¯à¶È¶È·Pı¥¦¶Ü¡C¡C «z¡C¡C oa¡C¡C ooooh!"
"Geronimo!!!" the audience shouted. Katze hurled himself off
the ledge... / "Geronimo!!!"Å¥²³©I³Û¡C Katze ¦b©¥¬[¥~¥Î¤O§ëÂY¥L¦Û¤v¡C¡C¡C
...And twisted an ankle. The pool wasn't meant for high dives. / ¡C¡C¡C¦Ó¥BÀ¾¤F¤@Ó¸}½ï¡C
¦À¬°°ª«×¼ç¤ô¨S³Q·N¿×¡C
Katze's resulting limp was completely disguised by his trying to keep
up with Ken and Jun, neither of whom had any coordination whatsoever.
Joe was trying to keep from laughing. "Wild and untamed things"?
-- Forget it! / Katze's ªº²£¥Í¶_¦æ§¹¥þ¦a³Q¥L¹Á¸Õ°°¸Ë¤F»°¤WªÖ®¦©M¤»¤ë, ¨âªÌ³£¤£½Ö¦³¤F¥ô¦óªº¨ó½ÕµL½×¤°»ò¡C ³ì¥¿¦b¹Á¸ÕÁקK¯º¡C
"³¥©Êªº©M¤£¯à§í¨îªº¨Æª«"? -- §Ñ°O¥¦!
"Frank N. Furter, it's all over," Jinpei sang, looking small
and ridiculous beside the bouffant-wigged Dr. Raphael, "Your mission
is a failure; your lifestyle's too extreme. I'm your new commander.. you
now are my prisoner.." / "ªkÄõ§J N. Furter, ¥¦¥þ³¡¤W±",Jinpei
°Û,¦b¹ªµÈ- À¹°²¾vªº©Ô´´º¸³Õ¤h®ÇÃä¬Ý°_¨Ó«Ü¤pªº©M¯îÂÕ ",§Aªº¥ô°È¬O¥¢±Ñ; §Aªº¥Í¬¡¤è¦¡¤Ó·¥ºÝªº¡C §Ú¬O§Aªº·s«ü´§©x¡C¡C §A²{¦b¬O§Úªº¥}¥Ç¡C¡C"
"Please don't ask about his hairdo," Joe interrupted, "It's
done by Dairy Queeeeeeen!" / "½Ð¤£n°ÝÃö©ó¥Lªº§ô¾v¨Æ",³ì¥´Â_ ",¥¦³Q¨Å¹T«~
Queeeeeeen °µ"!
"Shut up, Aniki!" / "³¬¼L,Aniki"!
"BOP Ow!" hollered the audience. Katze wore the smugly sublime
smile of one who has started a trend. / " BOP ªí¥Ü¬ðµM¯kµh©Òµo¥X¤§Án"!
¥s³Û¤FÅ¥²³¡C Katze ±±a¤w¸g¶}©l¤@ÓÁͶժº¤@¦Û¥H¬°¬O§§Æ[·L¯º¡C
Having managed to not-giggle his way through his song, (interrupted by
Joe shouting things like "Ken naked!", reminding Katze of that
notable's face during the bedroom scenes) Katze had been shot by Jinpei
and was currently under the sheet waiting for the rope to fall. / ¦³³B²z¨ì¤£-¸g¹L¥Lªººq¦Y¦Y¦a¯º¥Lªº¤èªk,(
³Q©I³Û¨Æª«¦PÃþ ªº³ì¥´Â_ " ªÖ®¦¨ª»rªº"!,¦bª×«Ç²{³õªº®ÉÔ¨º´£¿ô Katze µÛ¦W¤H¤hªºÁy)Katze ¤w¸g³Q Jinpei
®gÀ»¨Ã¥B²{¦b¬O¦bµ¥Ô²Ê÷¸¨¤U ªº±i¤§¤U¡C
"Rope! Rope!" chanted the audience. Still no rope. / "¥H÷±N!
ô¦í ²Ê÷!"Ëï°Û¤FÅ¥²³¡C ¤´µM¨S¦³²Ê÷¡C
Katze threw back the sheet, "C'mon, I'm dying over here! Let's have
some flippin' rope!" The rope collapsed onto his head. "Thank
you," and he disappeared back under the sheet. / Katze ¦V«á¦a¥á±i,"C'mon,§Ú¥¿¦b¹M¤Î³o¸Ì¦º¤`!
Åý§Ú̦³¤@¨Ç flippin'²Ê÷!"²Ê÷¦b¥LªºÀY¤§¤W˶ò¡C "ÁÂÁ§A" ¡A¦Ó¥B¥L¦V«á¦a¦b±i¤§¤U®ø¥¢¡C
This was Joe's cue to begin his hysterical Sally Struthers crying fit,
flinging himself onto Katze and incidentally, getting a knee in a sensitive
spot. Katze saw stars. / ³o¬O¶}©l¥Lªº·²´µ©³¨½ªº²ï²ú Struthers ¥s³Ûªº¾A©y³ì¶}ºÝ, ¦b Katze ¤§¤W§ë¥L¦Û¤v©Mªþ±a¤@´£,±o¨ì¤@Ó±Ó·Pªº¦aÂI¤@Ó½¥¡C
Katze ¬Ý¨£¬P¡C
Because of their costumes, Katze was unable to hang onto Joe without it
being very obvious that he was not dead. Thus, Joe had to cling to Katze
with one arm, while the other struggled to lift them both up the ladder
attached to the tower. / ¦]¬°¥L̪º¸Ë§ô¡A Katze ¤£¯à°÷¨S¦³¥¦Ä~Äò«O¯d³ì¬O«D±`©úÅ㪺¥L¨S¦³¦º¡C ¦]¦¹¡A³ì¥²¶·ÂHªþ©ó¦³¤@°¦¤âÁuªº
Katze ¦Ó¥t¤@Ó¦bªþµÛ¦b¶ðªº±è¤W±§V¤OÁ|°_¥L̨âÓ¡C
"That hurt!" Katze hissed. / "¶Ë®`"! Katze µo¥X¼NÁn¡C
"Aw, shaddap, ya weenie." / "Aw ¡A shaddap,ya ·¥¤pªº³±²ô".
"I bet the audience is getting quite the view." / " §Ú¥´½äÅ¥²³¥¿¦b¬Û·í±o¨ìµø³¥".
"Huh?? Whazzat supposed to mean?" / "ó!?? Whazzat ±À·Q·N¿×?"
"Don't you remember? Bad moon rising..." / "§A¨S°O±o¶Ü? Ãaªº¤ë«G¤W¤É¡C¡C¡C"
That did it. On the next rung, Joe "slipped" and "accidentally"
dropped Katze. / ¨º°µ¤F¥¦¡C ¦b¤U¤@Ó¸}ÃÞ¾î¤ì¤W¡A³ì·Æ˨åB "°¸µM¦a" °§C¤F Katze ¡C
What followed took much less time to happen than it does to write about
it. There was a shriek, the scrape of nails on flesh, the popopopopopop-pop
of multiple corset snaps giving way, a sudden knife of groinal pain that
vanished as quickly, accompanied by the sound of ripping fabric, a splash,
then a strange sensation of coolness. / ¸òÀHªºªá«D±`¤Öªº®É¶¡µo¥Í³Ó©ó¥¦°µ¼gÃö©ó¥¦¡C ¦³¤@Án¦y¾UªºÅTÁn,¦b¦×¤Wªº°v¤l¨í±¼,popopopopopop-¦h¼Ë§ô¸¡ªº¬y¦æ¼Ö¦±«rÂ_©}ªA,
¤@¤ä®ø¥¢ªº groinal µhWªº¬ðµM¤M·í°µ«Ü§Ö¦a,³Q³»«Ó´ª«ªºÁnµ¡AÂq³¦ñ, µM«á§Nªº©_©Ç·Pı¡C
Cursing and spluttering, Katze clawed his way up to the surface of the
pool and flung his hair back out of his face. He glared at the remnant
of fabric in his hand. / ¶A©G©M spluttering,Katze ª½¨ì¦Àªºªí±¥Î¤ö§ì¤F¥Lªº¤èªk¦Ó¥B§â¥LªºÀY¾v§ë¦^¨ÓÂ÷¥LªºÁy¡C
¥L¦b¥Lªº¤â´ª«ªº³Ñ¾lµo¯t¥ú¡C
He stared at it. He realized what it was. His eyes grew REAL wide. A shadow
fell across him and he looked up. / ¥L¨nµÛ¥¦¬Ý¡C ¥L¤F¸Ñ¤F¥¦¬O¤°»ò¡C ¥Lªº²´·úÅܯu¥¿¼e¡C ¤@Ó¼v¹³¶^¸¨¹L¥L©M¥L¬Ý¦b¤W±¡C
The tower was falling. Silence followed the crash. Then the water began
to boil and froth, spitting forth Berg Katze moving faster than ever,
followed by Joe the Condor, stark naked save for a ripped garter belt
and soggy fishnets. / ¶ð¥¿¦b¸¨¤U¡C ¨HÀq¸òÀH¤F¼Y·´¡C µM«á¤ô¶}©lµNªm¦Ó¥B¨Ï¥Íªwªj,©¹«e³è¦R¤ñ¥±`§ó§Ö³t¦a²¾°Ê ªº¦B¤s
Katze,³Q³Q³ì¸òÀHªº¨rÆN,¹ï©ó¤@Ó³Q¼¹¶}ªºÄû±a±a¤l©MÀã³zªº³½ºôÅܵw¤Fªº¨ª»r±Ï´©¡C
"KATZE!!! YOU BASTARD!!!" / "KATZE!!! §A¨p¥Í¤l!!!"
"You narded me!!" / "§A¥ÌªQ¤F§Ú!!"
"I'LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR THAT, YOU BLOODY GALACTOR SLIMEBALL!"
/ "§Ú±N¨Ï§A¤ä¥I¨ºªº¶O¥Î, §A¦å¸{ªº GALACTOR SLIMEBALL"!
"YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DROPPED ME!" / " §A¬O¤@Ó¥@¬É½Ã¥Í²Õ´°§C¤F§Ú"!
They careened past Ken, who had to fan Jun -- she had passed out at the
sight of Joe's birthday best. In stunned silence, cast and audience watched
Katze bolt off stage, with Joe in hot pursuit. Dr. Nambu rose out of his
wheelchair and faced the audience. / ¥L̶ɱפF¹L¥hªºªÖ®¦¡A¦Ó¥B³o¤@ÓªÖ®¦¥²¶·Ýµ¤»¤ë -- ¦o¤w¸g¤@¬Ý¨£³ì¥Í¤é³Ì¦n©üË¡C
¦b¬Ý Katze ªº¨Ï·w˪º¨HÀq¡Aºtû°}®e©MÅ¥²³¤¤¨«¶}¬¦í¶¥¬q,ÂǥѼöªº°l¨D³ì¡C Nambu ³Õ¤h¤W¤ÉÂ÷¥Lªº½ü´È¦Ó¥B±¹ï¤FÅ¥²³¡C
"I never wanted to be in this shambolic play..." / "§Ú±q¤£·Qn¬O¦b³o³õ¤j²V¶Ãªº¹CÀ¸¤¤¡C¡C¡C"
The theater doors slammed open with a sound like gunshot. / À¸°|ªù²rµMÃö¤W¶}©ñªº¥Ñ©ó¹³®gÀ»¤@¼Ëªº¤@ºØÁnµ¡C
"I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS YOU GODDAM FUCKING HOSEBAG YOU CAN RUN BUT
YOU CAN'T HIDE!!" / "§Ú±N¬°³o±o¨ì§A§A©Ê¥æ§A¯à¶]ªº HOSEBAGªº GODDAM ¡A¦ý¬O§A¤£¯àÂÃ!!"
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU DROPPED ME FIRST IF YOU HADDA WATCHED YOUR
FUCKING KNEE IN THE FIRST PLACE.." / " ¥¦¤£¬O§Úªº¹L¥¢§A°§C¤F§Ú²Ä¤@¦pªG§A HADDA
¬Ý¤F§Aº¥ý©Ê¥æ½¥¡C¡C"
"I'LL RUN YOU DOWN YOU MAKE-UPPED MORON YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME.."
/ " §Ú±N§â§A¶]¤U¨Ó§A¤ÆùÛ§C¯à§A¤£¯à»·Â÷§Ú¡C¡C"
"SOSAAAAAAIIIIII!!!! SAVE MEEEEEEEEE!!!" / "SOSAAAAAAIIIIII!!!!
¸Ñ±Ï MEEEEEEEEE!!!"
They vanished out the other door. / ¥LÌ®ø¥¢¥X¥t¤@Óªù¡C
The audience rose and applauded like fury. / Å¥²³¤W¤É¦Ó¥B¹³¼««ã¤@¼Ë©ç¤â³Üªö¡C
Much later: / µy«á¦h:
"Well... 'at's all of 'em.." "I don' li' th' white."
/ "´é¥X¡C¡C¡C ' ¦b¥þ³¡ ' em¡C¡C""§ÚµÛ 'li' th'¥Õ¦âªº¡C"
"Me neev.. neid.. Me too. Li' the spiced." / " §Ú neev¡C¡C
neid¡C¡C §Ú¡A¤]¡C §õ' ¨ºÃĮơC"
"Yeah.. spiced is good. Don' like it with Pepsi though.." /
"¬Oªº¡C¡C ÃĮƫܦn¡C µÛ'¹³¥¦¥H¦Ê¨Æ¥i¼ÖÁöµM¡C¡C"
"No, don' tas' good with Pepsi.. " / "¤£,§g'©M¦Ê¨Æ¥i¼Öªº tas' ªº¦n³B¡C¡C
"
"Tas' good with Jolt." / "©M·n®Ìªº Tas' ªº¦n³B".
"Yeah, tas' good with Jolt." / "¬Oªº,©M·n®Ìªº tas' ªº¦n³B".
"The dark'z okay." / " dark'z ¦n".
"Like the dark." / " ³ßÅw¶Â·t".
"Cap'm M'rgan's z' bez'" / "Cap'm M'rgan's ªº z'bez'"
"Yeah.. like Cap'm M'rg'n." Joe looked up from the collection
of rum and cola bottles spread out before them, "Wha' wuz I mad at
you 'bout?" / "¬Oªº¡C¡C ³ßÅw Cap'm M'rg'n ¡C" ³ì¬Ý¦b±q²¢°s©M³Q¶Ç§G¥Xªº¥i¼Ö²~¤lªº¦¬¶°¤W±¦b¥L̤§«e
",Wha' ²Ä¤@ wuz ºÆ¨gªº¦b§A ' ¦¸?"
Katze thought hard, but the effort proved too tasking. "Donno,"
he said finally, then peered unsteadily at Joe, "You gotz no cloze
on." / Katze §V¤O¦a·Q¡A¦ý¬O§V¤O¤]ÃÒ©ú¤u§@¡C "Donno",¥L³Ì«á»¡,µM«á¤£¦w©w¦a¾®µø³ì ",
§A gotz ¨S¦³ cloze ¦b"¤§¤W.
Joe regarded himself, "'Z true; I don'." "I gotz no cloze
on either." "'Z true; you don'." / ³ìµø¬°¤F¥L¦Û¤v,"' Z ¯u¹êªº;
§ÚµÛ'."" §Ú gotz ¨S¦³¦b¥ô¤@¤Wªº cloze¡C""' Z ¯u¹êªº; §AµÛ'."
"Wonner why.." / " Wonner ¬°¤°»ò¡C¡C"
"Donno... wan' 'nuther spice 'n Jolt?" / "Donno¡C¡C¡C »a¥Õªº
'' nuther ÃÄ®Æ ' n ÄAð¦Ó¦æ?"
"Yeah.." / "¬Oªº¡C¡C"
Much, much later: / «Ü¦h,µy«á¦h:
Joe woke to two realizations: One, he had a pounding headache. Two, there
was someone sleeping beside him. He felt the long, soft hair and smiled.
Must have scored last night, he thought, the idea reinforced by his nudity.
He turned to look at his companion. / ³ì¹ï¤G¹ê²{³ê¿ô: ¤@,¥L¦³¤F¤@ÓºVÀYµh¡C ¤G, ¨º¸Ì¬O¬Y¤H¦b¥L®ÇÃäºÎı¡C
¥L·Pı¤Fªø¤S³nªºÀY¾v¦Ó¥B·L¯º¡C ¤@©w´¿¸g¬Q±ß±o¤À¹L,¥L·Q,³Q¥Lªº»rÅS±j¤Æªº·Qªk¡C ¥L·Ç³Æ¬Ý¥LªºªB¤Í¡C
His smile turned to horror. His companion, cuddled on his shoulder, was
equally nude. A small smile hovered about the lips of the sleeping Katze.
/ ¥Lªº·L¯ºÂà¦VÅåÀb¡C ¦b¥LªºªÓ¤W³Q¼¾©êªº¥LªB¤Í, ¬O¬Ûµ¥»r¡C ¤@Ó¤pªº·L¯ºÃö©óºÎ¯v Katze ªº®B½L±Û¡C
What the hell happened last night??? / ¤°»ò¬Q±ßµo¥Í???
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