Episode Eleven « All Cleared Up
Act 1 – As the afternoon sun slowly sets, JAMES walks up to the laboratory and knocks on the door before letting himself in.
JAMES enters the main hall and is confused to see lots of cardboard boxes all around the room on the floor, but THE PROF. is nowhere to be seen.
JAMES: Hello, Avon calling!
JAMES laughs to himself but then screams as THE PROF. pops up from behind one of the boxes, holding a pair of scissors.
JAMES: Wasn’t expecting that! Geez, look at this place; you ever thought about hiring a maid.
THE PROF. scowls at JAMES before he ducks back down, leaving JAMES to scold himself.
JAMES: I am so sorry.
THE PROF.: Are you actually here for a reason, other than to annoy me?
JAMES: Hey, can’t a guy come over and see his purely-platonic boyfriend once in a while?
THE PROF.: Oh… sure. Let me just finish up what I was doing.
THE PROF. tapes shut one of the boxes and stands up.
JAMES: So what are all these things on the floor that look like boxes?
THE PROF.: Those would be boxes.
JAMES: You’re leaving?! But you can’t leave, I wanted to–
THE PROF.: They’re not mine, they’re Paolo’s things; I’m waiting for them to be picked up and shipped off to New Jersey. Why, what did you come over here for?
JAMES: Hmm? Oh, nothing. So, Paolo’s really gone for good?
THE PROF.: Yes.
JAMES: And he’s never coming back?
THE PROF.: Never.
JAMES: And you’re okay with that?
THE PROF.: Why wouldn’t I be?
JAMES: I’m just saying, you two had a lot of history and–
THE PROF.: Nothing happened between me and Paolo… not intentionally anyway.
JAMES: Then why do you look so depressed?
THE PROF.: I’m not depressed; I’m just a very complex individual who masks his emotions with a stoic façade.
JAMES blinks at THE PROF. who rolls his eyes and begins to walk off towards the staircase.
JAMES: Huh?! Wait, where are you going?
THE PROF.: To the observatory; I just remembered I need to… observe… things.
JAMES: Well can I help?
THE PROF.: No no, you stay down here.
JAMES frowns as he is left alone. His eyes wander over to one of PAOLO’S boxes with a giant red ‘DO NOT OPEN’ label. Discreetly, JAMES rips open the top and peers inside.
JAMES: What a strange looking pogo-stick… oh, that’s not a spring… ooh, it’s Bop-It!
JAMES reaches in and touches the object. Suddenly the box jumps to life and begins to vibrate.
JAMES: Uh-oh… that’s not Bop-It!
JAMES reaches in and touches the object again. The box stops jittering.
JAMES: So need to wash my hands now.