SINGERROURKE smiles at Lawrence. He knew what that was like. He to was the second child. But to make matters worse Lawerence started to flop on the floor. He looked like he was a fish out of water. It kind of made sense now.

Here have some coffee.

SINGERROURKE handed him the coffee. The asylum gaurds were coming anymoment to take away the saint. It was just a matter of time.

Lawrence listen. Stop flopping on the floor for a moment. Ok now listen. These wings and the golden auora you might see behind me well they are fake so dont tell anyone about it ok. I will leave you to your business.

SINGERROURKE walks away as Lawerence the fish saint continues to flop on the floor having halucinations. The asyulum gaurds come walking over to pick up and take Lawrence to his new place of residence.

"So that was the only reason? You sicken me!"

Serj chuckles a bit then walks away in digust

Having just awoken from his three week power nap, Ron was wandering the streets waiting for insanely hot women with low self-esteem to begin tossing themselves his way (as was the local custom). Groggy with a head still half-full of bottom shelf scotch and dangerously low levels of caffeine in his blood, he came upon a raucus, over-the-top scene, spottily scripted and, frankly, overacted.

He did not take the time to discern exactly what the hell was going on before speaking up.

Hey, ease up there, Serj. A brother's just like any other jerk, 'cept he doesn't try to sleep with your sister. Usually, I mean. I had a brother once, and we were close, too, until... well, we're still waiting for the blood tests. Dad got around.

Anyhow, LarryTheThingGuy don't seem so bad. So he's a manic depressive paranoid schizophrenic with a dissociative personality bit who murders his family for trivial reasons and waves lethap weapons about while blithering nonsense and insulting every button man in sight.

We've all got our foibles.

Ron exhales and glances around. Vaguely satisfied that he's met his quota for activity today, he performs some minor action to serve as punctuation on his comments, and wanders away in whichever direction toward some interesting destination.