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Episode Thirteen
Meanwhile in Carlos Richman's ridiculously large office, complete with Carlos's portrait hanging above a faux fireplace...
Carlos is experiencing mixed emotions – happiness and excitement for his upcoming marriage to the kind Alexandra Restauranter, and extreme anger and concern for the leaking of private business information. Secret documents outlining OilyOils Imports's plans to mine for oil on a small island off the coast of Malaysia have been released into the wild by an inconsiderate person. Who could be the perpetrator of such a thoughtless crime? Who would go behind Carlos's back and pull such a stunt? Carlos is hurt, both personally and economically. But that isn't all. Carlos knew what would be about to happen now that news of his business venture were out in the public. That annoying, yet oddly attractive, Lisa Treehugger would be banging at his door insisting he stop work immediately.
Carlos paced the room, fiddling with his glass eye absentmindedly. Anyone watching him would be particularly disgusted by this act as playing with one's eyeball is not the most attractive thing in the world.
"Why is this happening to me? What have I done to deserve this? Who is the perpetrator?" questions Carlos, his anger intensifying with each question. "What is this person's name? Where does he live? WHY WON'T SOMEBODY THINK OF LITTLE CARLOS?"
Suddenly, in a fit of pure, unadulterated, spasmatic rage, Carlos screams a long and never ending scream, taking a deep breath somewhere in the middle and recommencing the ear bursting noise.
"It's not fair!" Carlos yells as he claws at his face and rips out his glass eye, hurling it across the room.
The prosthesis smashes against a photoframe sitting on the mantlepiece under Carlos's massive portrait.
All at once Carlos is back to his cool, calm and collected self as he realises that his questions have been answered.
"The person I am looking for is in that photograph! My eyeball has found the answer!" says Carlos merrily, skipping excitedly around in circles until he is so tired of all of that screaming and skipping he curls up on the floor and has an afternoon nap.
Meanwhile in the emergency room of The Superficial Treatment Centre for Aesthetic Surgery, Cerebral Treatment and Random Illness...
"No, Rebecca! Stay with me! Don't walk into that light! Do not head into that tunnel!" yells Dr Trent Geepee into the face of a pale and hospitalised Rebecca Exwife-Richman.
"Her pulse is dropping!" says a nurse intelligently.
"How do you know? Are you sure?" says Trent hopefully.
"It says so on this machine making these beeping noises. The beeps are becoming increasingly further apart and it is making an alarm noise like we have to be careful or the patient will die," replies the nurse, concentrating on getting her two lines for the entire episode correct in order to impress the talent scouts.
"Good golly... that is bad news. Bring in Rebecca's children. They will want to see their mother die, I'm sure of it," says Trent with a dashing smile that all of the nurses run out of the room, obeying his command.
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