erich: hmm. yeah being that girl that made everyone cry wouldnt be cool. not matter how hot or kick ass you are,being evil kinda trumps all...damn the nice people we are stuck in here with.

erich: right? i came in ready to fuck shit up,and everyone was just so...pleasant. i mean,its nice for us,i love everyone here. but maybe not that fun to watch. i wonder if you have to invite people you know to come in? im thinking of just inviting some random person in.

erich: the one i wanted to invite is, um,busy. you know,that total anarchy or whatver show is in town. i'm thinking of offering my guest spot to the first person who can bring me a full sheet of acid. with a family as large as yours,id tell them to stay home too.

erich:*chuckles* well,im not going to lie and say its good for you. keeping clean does have its merits,i've yet to find them,but i am sure they must exist. the acid isnt just for me,i was planning on sharing....in a sneaky way.

erich: *laughs and follows her to the kitchen* oh come on,have i tried to corrupt you in any way? i do have some scruples...when not armed with acid.*laughs again and starts gathering dishes* fucking pigs. how can dirty dishes not bother anyone? * goes to duct tape the dishes to the wall when his tape roll goes empty* greeeeaaaat.

erich: looks like i have little choice now.*starts scrubbing* no tape...damn,i may get my wish about someone crying..

erich finishes his dishes and breaks the seal on another bottle of jim beam. this puts him past charming drunk stage,obnoxious dunk stage,crying drunk stage,and wetting yourself drunk stage,right into drunken stupor stage. he sits down on the floor and stares at the wall.soon an hallucinated elvis presely apears to him...the hot shit 50's elvis.

elvis: erich,boy. what are you doing?

erich:*drinks heartily* drinking.

elvis: well stop. you're about *looks at the bottle* a quarter bottle away from alcohol poisoning and joining me in the big graceland in the sky.

erich: dying on tv? that would be a ..."killer" way to go.*laughs*

elvis:*sits beside erich and puts his arm
around him* boy,wise up. if you die on here,people will say you drank yourself to death over erica. and that is some lame shit,might as well be buried in skinny jeans after that.

erich: bullshit.i just like to drink.

elvis:*sighs* the patron saint of rockabilly knows all that goes on in your greasy little head. you think i would have died on the fucking toilet,naked if eddie cochran would appeared to me when i too that final pill?

erich:eddie was still jealous of you in 77?

elvis: yup.sore loser,that one.

erich:*sighs and puts down the bottle* well... what do i do,man? everyone fucking knows.

elvis: so? you think you are the only cat who's had his pride hurt? every fat guy with no sense of music dresses up like me! nobody ever does me when i was in my prime its always jumpsuits and sideburns. that is my legacy,not kick ass music but goofy ass outfits and karate moves.

erich: you owned that shit in the 50's,but i liked 70's elvis too.

elvis: thank you,thank you very much.

erich: im erich hess,though. my ego is never bruised.

elvis: hurts like hell,huh?

erich:....yeah.yeah it does.*drinks a bit more*

elvis:god damn it,boy. you are dense*takes bottle* you get it back tomorrow....well,was erica right?

erich: no!

elvis: come on,man.i know everything that you know.

erich: maybe..but its not like i like her in a serious sorta way.

elvis: i think you just didnt want to admit you thought the red head with the strange name was cute. when erica called you on it,you felt guilty and that you were less of a friend to eilidh.

erich:*thinks for a minute* so,you are saying i should kill and eat everyone in the house?

elvis: what?! no!

erich: *laughs* im just fucking with you! thanks ,elvis.

elvis:thank you. most of the time i appear to elderly women in cat sweaters.*sighs* so many cat sweaters...


erich staggers to his feet and starts cooking a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich and whistling.

Bianca wakes up to find herself on the couch.

Bianca scratches her head trying to figure out when she had walked to the sofa.

"Uhh....morning."

"Sure, I can't resist food."

She smiled sitting at the counter.