[Start Part- 2: Shaman’s Party: The living room.]


(Finally the Chuckster raises his head up and out of his bed. The camera backs away from his person.)

Chuckster: What… have I been…

(He turns around sharply. And you see that he was sleeping in a kiddy pool the whole time. A kiddy pool filed with a red wobbly substance. Beer Cans everywhere litter the outside, as well as JD and Tequila bottles. The woman that he pushed off of him is still sleeping in it too.)

Chuckster: JELL-O? What… was… my pillow?

(He gets up and gets out of the pool. The Chuckster looks down and sees an open bag of fairly large marshmallows.)

Chuckster: Well…

(He starts to shake his head understandingly.)

Chuckster: Makes sense.

(He picks up the bag of marshmallows and throws a few in his mouth.)

Chuckster: Mmmmm… Marshmellowy!

(He looks around at everyone and everything.)

Chuckster: Holy crap! What happened last night?

(He looks somewhere and makes his way over to that area. He steps over the beer cans that litter the floor, and occasionally kicks aside a Jack Daniels or Tequila bottle. He starts to mutter to himself, at every Tequila bottle he kicks to the side.)

Chuckster: Damn Shaman.

(He continues to look around and sees something. A look of concern comes over his face. The camera backs up and you can see what it is he’s looking at. A table, with drinks on top of coasters.)

Chuckster: CDs? … As coasters?

(The camera closes in and sure enough. People were using music CDs as coasters. He walks through the trash some more, and over to the table. He removes a drink and looks at the CD.)

Chuckster: Mmm hmm… just what I thought! Mine!
Voice: How do you know?

(The Chuckster looks all around but can’t see who it is that spoke.)

Chuckster: Where are you?
Voice: Here!

(The Chuckster looks to the ground on his left and sees what you see. A huge lump underneath the carpet.)

Chuckster: What are you doing… sleeping… UNDER… the carpet?
Voice: None of damn your business! Now… how do you know that that CD is yours?
Chuckster: Do you know of anyone else that listens to Abba?
Voice: (Quickly) Well…
Chuckster: (Even quicker) On a CD!
Voice: (Fast) Well I…
Chuckster: (Even faster) The Best of?
Voice: (Then after thinking a bit) I guess your right!
Chuckster: I KNOW I AM!

(The Chuckster once again starts to move a little bit, this time to his right, over towards a huge wooden entertainment shelf. Upon it lies a huge busted t.v. and a CD player. He walks right up to it and opens the CD tray, to place his Best of Abba CD into it.)

Chuckster: WHAT? POP TARTS?

(The camera starts to move over head, and sure enough there is a pink icinged Pop Tart in the CD player’s tray. He closes it.)

Chuckster: Not even Cinnamon Sugar! What a waste. Hmmm…. I wonder…

(He opens up the attached cassette tape player tray, and sees what you see. Unsmoked cigarettes, as well as cigarette butts litter the inside of it. Again he closes it.)

Chuckster: GOD WHY…

(At saying this he looks up.)

Chuckster: WHAT THE…

(The camera pans upward towards the ceiling so you can see what it is exactly that he is looking at.)

Chuckster: A monkey?

(That’s right neither his eyes nor yours are deceived, a monkey is sleeping in the hanging glass chandler. The Chuckster holds a marshmallow up towards the monkey.)

Chuckster: Monkey want a treat? Monkey…

(The Chuckster whistles at the monkey)

Chuckster: Monkey…MONKEY!

(The Chuckster throws the marshmallow at the monkey. It bounces off of the monkey’s head and falls to the ground. The monkey keeps sleeping)

Chuckster: Stupid non-playful monkey

(The camera pans down to see him looking at the ground and speaking to himself again.)

Chuckster: What the…

(He shakes his head and starts to walk away. He stumbles a bit, and looks back to the ground. The camera follows, and you see a pizza box.)

Chuckster: Pizza! … Damn I’m starving!

(He reaches down and opens the box, only to find that a hamster was inside. As he crawls out and about the garbage.)

Chuckster: A hamster? Well on any other morning this would be weird… but today… (Thinks a bit) it still is! Damn Shaman Parties! I should have been getting ready for my matches against EVD and Murphy… then f*cking parting!

(He gets up and continues moving through the living room. He makes it into the hallway, where you see that the white walls are covered all over in very dirty handprints.)


[End Part- 2: Shaman’s Party: The living room.]