LENORE: So, here we are.

MARQUIS: Yes . . . in a room STRANGELY like the one I interviewed Victor in . . .

LENORE: *shrug* Your head gives out good ideas. *ahem* Let's just start, shall we? Marquis, do you get bored easily?

MARQUIS: What kind of first question is that?

LENORE: Oh! AVOIDING the question, my dear?

MARQUIS: . . . Whaaat??

LENORE: *rants* They say that people who get bored easily have a high I.Q. Do you, Marquis, have a high I.Q.?

MARQUIS: Well, needless to say, I do have an I.Q. of about 609, give or take a point. They say that's "Above Genius". Whether I get bored easily or not, I'd rather not spool in a supposed fact that I may be smarter than the whole of the world. *grin*

LENORE: Bullcrap, Marquis! You just don't want people to think you're pretentious!

MARQUIS: Hey, listen, Bitch-ass, stick to asking questions instead of mocking my attitude towards statistics.

LENORE: Ohhkaaayy . . . so . . . where are you from?

MARQUIS: Forgot the address to the Library again, did you?

LENORE: This is STRICTLY for the audience out there!

MARQUIS: So I can make it easy for people to come rob and kill me?

LENORE: *smirks* If post office employees haven't come along and tried it already, then I think you're pretty safe.

MARQUIS: I'm NOT giving out my physical address, Lenore.

LENORE: Does the Library even have an address? We live in the middle of nowhere.

MARQUIS: Oh, thanks so much. I thought I was supposed to answer that.

LENORE: Then tell them your exact address so they CAN come and kill you.

MARQUIS: Where would the challange be in that? Besides, killing me would be the most stupidiest mistake someone could make. I'm the most interesting person in the world.

LENORE: See, there you go again, being preten-

MARQUIS: JUST SHUT UP AND ASK THE QUESTIONS YOU IMPUDENT LITTLE WHORE!

LENORE: *rolls her eyes* Yeeaahhh . . . do you go to school?

MARQUIS: *mischivious glint in her eye* Maybe.

LENORE: Where?

MARQUIS: Now and then?

LENORE: Both.

MARQUIS: Ahem, I work right now. Yes, I'm a full-fledged working woman. As a secretary. And yes, I know it's a demeaning job for a Marquis, but it pays. *shrug* As far as high school goes, we ALL went to Walkerville High, except, of course, for Mr. Pencil. I absolutely hated that wretched place after Mr. . . . can't remember his name, left. The next couple of principal's just sucked the joy right out of that place. They took the Nook away from us! *cry* And I had to slap the drunk principal's hand!! *sigh* The teachers were so-so, some I really liked, some I wished I could cram a book down their throats. I won't even go on about HER. But the big thing was the stupid fecking policies and administration that cheesed me right off. The only thing that made school life worth while was the midget. He was too cool.

LENORE: *eyes widen* There was a midget?! When was there a midget?? I missed a midget!? How could I have MISSED a midget! Who was this midget?

MARQUIS: His name was ...