Scott grabs the bottle from her and starts to drink it again and wipes his cheek.

Scott: Piss off. And take as many of your psycho fucking family members with you as possible. Tell Soma to jump off a fucking bridge....she tried to fuck up my relationship. Bitch!

Jason turns white and his mouth hangs open as he fakes a smile.

Jason: Uhhh, uhh... hello Kestrel! I was just going to leave, I'm sorry. It's been nice meeting you again!

Jason tries to find a way past her, whilst starting to sweat nervously.

Jason has an idea. He calls over Eric.

Jason: Here's my friend Eric! He's very nice and I'm sure you'll like him. Why don't you two chat whilst I just... ahem... go to the toilet?

He dashes for the toilets, unwittingly going into the abandoned female one.

Jason sees Kestrel and lets out a girlish scream.

Jason: But... how... what? Don't hurt me! NOOOOOOOO!

Jason, now locked in a cubicle with his stalker can't say anything, except in an almost inaudible voice.

Jason: ERIC!

His voice goes as he tries to complete his sentence and he then has no defense against Kestrel whatsoever.

Eric: Jason! Where are you?! If I don't make it, tell Glamazon I lo- WAIT A SECOND, that's it.

He quickly wheels around, having just realized his salvation.

Eric: Despite how I seem, I'm actually a romantic at heart. For instance, I'm in love with this really wonderful girl named Glamazon, who thankfully has no idea about these little mishaps I occasionally get myself into. If she did, she'd just murder the lot of ya with an axe, but that's beside the point. Frankly, that comment probably didn't help, but regardless; I love her... and, I dunno, I think she might have a small amount of romantic feelings for me. So that makes me an alright guy, right?

A German steps to the front of the mob, wearing a Glamazon shirt. A look of fury is evident on his face;

German Lunatic: YOU DARE SPEAK SUCH BLASPHEMY ABOUT MY BELOVED?!

Eric: N-no, it's true, mate... I even drew a heart on the Festival de Musica stage a couple days ago just to show her how much I ca-

German Lunatic: MY BELOVED DOESN'T NEED YOUR WORTHLESS HEART!

Eric seems to be thinking fast, trying to figure out the best possible way to get rid of the angry mob, and prevent his best friend from getting sexually violated.

Eric: So, erm... what's the more noble option? Kill me, or prevent a rape from occuring?

A silence breaks out among the Germans. It's still a tense one, but buys Quillington more time to talk.

Eric: I mean, fellas... I'm gonna die someday. That's inevitable. In fact, I have Huntington's, and plan on killing myself within the next five years, just so I don't go batshit crazy like my dear old mother.

Most people in the mob take this as a really warped joke, one that doesn't do it's intended purpose of reassuring the audience of Quillington's eventual death.

Eric: So, y'know, I'll be gone sooner or later. But... the scars of this rape will last in Jason's mind forever. Don't you think that's reason enough to help him out?

The crowd becomes more placid by these words, and seem convinced to aid Eric in his cause. Just as their weapons are lowered, all hope is lost;

German Lunatic: HE SPOKE BLASPHEMY ABOUT MY BELOVED!

The mob cheers in agreement, and re-ignite their pitchforks.

Eric, who's desperately gasping at ways out of the mob killing him, again tries to get the mob to side with him. He points frantically at the bathroom stall and says;

Eric: There... y-you see?! A HORRIBLE THING IS GOING ON IN THERE! Much horrible than what I said in German... by the way, what did I say?

German with Sanity: I do believe you called our country a shit-hole, and asked if we remembered 'Sieg Hiel'.

Eric: I... oh. Well, yeah, that does justify an angry mob... but, I didn't know what I was sa-

German Lunatic: AND YOU INSULTED MY BELOVED.

Quillington stares at the mob for several seconds. There was nothing he could say to convince them to spare his life. If they had their way, he would be dead in about ten minutes. He has two options before him; get lynched by pissed off Germans, or suffer the horrors of rape. The choice is obvious.

Eric: JASON, LET ME IN! LET ME IN!

He opens his mouth to speak for several seconds, before realizing that nothing can be said to save his best friend from the horrors within. Of course, nothing can also be done to prevent his impeding death. Save for one more desperate thing. Turning on his heels, he begins to sing;

Eric: ..... du. Du hast. Du hast mich.

A deathly silence fills the air. For an unbearably long moment, it looks as though his pitiful attempt has failed. And then;

German Lunatic: Du hast mich gefragt, du hast mich gefragt, und ich hab nichts gesagt.

This simple act breaks the tension. Within a moment, the bathroom is filled with a chorus of voices;

Entire Mob: WILLST DU BIS ZUM TOD, DER SCHEIDE, SIE LIEBEN AUCH IN SCHLECTEN TAGEN!

German Lunatic: NEEEIIIIINNNN!

Edited by user 17 August 2011 05:34:10(UTC)  | Reason: Not specified