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The next player begins his/her monologue with that new neutral sentence and works into a new emotion.
Give it a try!
It's Tuesday, Ms. Goldberg. *Tuesday* Jenkins, not *Timothy*. I don't understand why it's so hard for you to get that right. I mean, Tuesday? Timothy? They sound nothing like one another! And now every other kid in the room is going to be calling me Timothy or Tim or Timmy or some other pathetic attempt at comradery when, in reality, they'll only be showcasing their inability to hear anything but the first sentence of any conversation. And you'll let them, won't you, ~~Mrs.~~ Goldberg? You'll let them because it will be easier that way for you to pretend that you never made a mistake, that my name *is* Timothy, that you don't go home at night to your empty apartment that you can barely afford on your measly paycheck and nuke your disgusting low-fat TV dinners that you only bought because you had double coupons for them and then crawl into your empty bed–because nobody loves you, especially not your last boyfriend who dumped you for your mother–and as you try–and fail–to cry yourself to sleep, you'll feel an ironic sense of satisfaction that, with your childish mispronunciation of my *Christian* name–you religiously-deficient moron–that, with that in your arsenal, you'll seemingly have had your little strike back at the oppressive young aristocrat whose station is more than you could ever dream of, especially since you have zero creativity whatsoever! Well, ~~Mrs. Griswold~~, you think you'll have that pleasure, but you won't. With your feeble mind, it never even occured to you that I might have anticipated your puerile prank, but naturally, it did to me. So I took a few seconds to bypass your obvious passwords and hack into your obsolete computer and e-mailed the contents of your ~~diary~~ to your coworkers, the principal, and the parents of every "student" in this completely brain-dead excuse for a center of inferior learning. So go on with your poorly-planned lesson for the day, ~~Mr.~~ ~~Griswold~~, while I grant your plebian self the pleasure of my supreme presence.
...Can I go to the bathroom?
Can I go to the bathroom? That's all I really wanted you know, a simple request. But no, the clerk didn't even bother to acknowledge me. I knew he heard me, I saw him flinch... I knew he had a key, it was right there hanging on a hook... How else was I supposed to react? It's the same thing, the same pattern just different places, and different faces. No one really cares anymore do they... Not about me, not about anyone.. No one...
...I'll just go home then.
ok
I'll just go home then. 'Cause, if your not even going to listen to me, then why should I even be here? Am I performing some... Charade for everyone else? No... nobdy would even pay attention if I was performing a charade. They'd just mosey on by, minding their own business, not even glancing at the poor kid sitting all alone on the street corner with his mouth taped shut, his hands tied up, and a sign that says "just get me outta here!" Nope. They wouldn't get the message, cause I don't deserve any of this attention. I bet God isn't even listening to this inner monolouge, is he... ARE YOU!?!?
...The weather is growing colder.
The weather is growing colder. That's all my boyfriend had to say. Can you believe it? I mean there we were, looking at rings and he started shivering and moaning about the weather. Personally, I think he hates commitment. He NEVER pays attention to our relationship. It ANNOYS ME! ARRGGGGGGGGHHH!
...I like pie.
look in the sky
To find or to hide.
REMOVE
REMOVE me from this room you instant, you dork! I don't care if this is where I wanted to be or not, but I just don't want to be here anymore! It's not as fun as I thought it'd be, okay? No, no, NO! I've changed my mind. I like it here.
What?! What do you mean, "I'm a guy, I can do whatever I want?" Well, get a grip! You can't. Just because I'm a girl and you're a guy doesn't make you better than me! WOMEN have the right to vote now, you know! And who has to go through all the birthing pains to give you men a child? Us, the women! We cook, we clean, we slap your boss silly when they refuse to give you a raise, but do we get any thanks? NO! Not even a simple 'thank you'! Ga, I hate it when that happens! And by the way, when are you going to get me out of here?
Wait a sec, bubbo! I'm not finished yet. I don't know who gave you you're amazing selfestime, but they should be shot. If anyone deserves a selfestime, it's us women. And yes, I maybe I will launch into another women-wonders speech! Hey, don't tell me what and what not to do! I'll do what I want! So shut up and GET ME THE HECK OUTTA HERE!!!!!!
...Yay, pie!
