erica walks down the stairs slowly. she rubs her eyes and yawns. in the kitchen,she roots through the fridge until she finds some fanta.she squeals with delight and has a glass while playing with the fruit.

erica: mr apple,the court accuses you of WITCHCRAFT! what say you?

apple:* erica makes the apple sound like oliver twist* please,sir..i nev-

erica:silence,apple! this court has no interest in your devil gobbeldy gook! guilty or innocent!

apple: INNOCENT,DEAR GOD.I AM INNOCENT.

erica:*picks up a meat tenderizor* confess,confess,you agent of hell!

apple: never! i'm a good fruit i am!

erica: good?! sir,you have pissed in cheerios during a time of famine,had improper relations with a turnip and besmirched the good name of john saxon. confess!

apple: never!

erica: so be it. you are hereby sentenced to death. may god have mercy on your soul,as i have none. * she beats the living hell out of the apple,until it is mush. she sprinkles cinnimon on it and starts eating it*


erica notices andros.

erica: hi! you look...well,the important part is you're here.

erica smiles a toothy grin,"i'm just peachy.you look beat,did suzie wear you out last night?"

Andros chuckles a little. "Was that more fruit wordplay?" He scratches the back of his head and yawns. Unfortunately I didn't see Suzie last night. I just slept in the diary room. Although, I use sleep in the widest sense possible, as I mostly just sat there uncomfortable all night." He smiles a little and shrugs.

erica waves to sophia. then nudges andros with raised eyebrows.

" fruit talk,sex talk. peachy works in oh so many ways." she makes a face,"he diary room?! why,ere you drunk and just passed out there? oh i know,rory has terrible gas,and kept farting in the bed room?"

erica smiles at nichole,"hi coleykins.wise thinking with the orange. no scurvy in tge big brother house!"

erica giggles at the private time line," i hear you. a break from all the... well,stuff this show is famous for."

"shirt on the camera....brilliant. i've yet to go in the diary room.. i picture it all seedy and having dick sized holes in the wall." she shudders. " mr andros,i may be adorable,but i am not psychic. i have no idea what you are doing today.

she watches nichole and her orange," thats the spirit! scurvy is the silent killer. 34% of all scury deaths involve scurvy." she says with a smile.

" oh. in that case,i may need to venture in there. just to say i been... you do promise there are no holes in the wall,right? " she still looks skeptical of the whole idea. she laughs at being called both a cad and fine. she twirls a nonexistant mustache ," oh,i am more of a cad than you could ever imagine. i dont know mr andy. i'm going to let the day take me where it may. what are your plans?"

Nichole finished her orange and skipped outside for a cigarette.

erica snorts with laughter," a gig,have you heard my music? trust me,there is reason why i sing in a punk band...and it isnt all the self righteousness that comes with the territory. though that part is fun too." she spots nichole smoking,"care for a smoke? and by that i mean letting me have one too.?" she ask in her weapons grade cute voice.