Change of numbering. This is the eighth skit I've written. The titles will also change to adjust the general subject of the skit.

I worked in just about everyone who's Active in the "CRS -- Who's Who" list and a few others. Apologies if you wanted a line but I missed you (or more likely, vice versa).

This pretty much ends the Talent Contest thread. Apologies to the Mad Catter, who didn't get to display a talent, but hopefully what I wrote in this skit will make up for it. To all the volunteer Talent Contestants (Clix, Heresy, Cal, Stephen Meeker, and The Mad Catter): Thank you kindly for allowing me to write you into my skits.

Hey guys, listen to Mr. Forseng and let's try to keep this list a place that Ms. Leick would be proud to have associated with her.

-- Kevin (Who doesn't watch those reality TV shows. No, really.)

"Put your trust in the law."
From Everything I Need to Know I Learned from Due South

((...)) Character actions
(...) Character thoughts
[...] My comments

Night. Melissa's Temple Apartment. The Goddess and Leicky are eating dinner and watching The Big Screen.

GC: ((Munching)) These TV trays are a great idea bard! Now I can watch TV while I eat.

LK: I'm glad you like it Goddess, but can't we watch something else besides "Cops"?

GC: You can watch the show that's in the picture-in-picture window. Wesser fixed the TV so that we can hear both shows at once.

LK: First of all, you had me put on "When Animals Attack" there. Second, I can't make out what anyone's saying with the sound up on both shows.

GC: You must learn control, or it will be your undoing.

LK: ((Blank stare))

GC: Why are you looking at me cross-eyed? Don't you know that's disrespectful? ((Zap!))

Trancer and two firemen come over.

TR: (Sure, policemen, animals, even the coast guard get their own reality TV shows. But not firefighters. Sigh. I should have been a Zen Juggler like my parents wanted me to be.)

GC: Could you stop thinking so loudly? I can't hear the screams when the penguins tear into that Greenpeace volunteer.

TR: Sorry Goddess.

GC: Want some of the bard's dinner? She doesn't look hungry anymore and it would be a shame to let it get cold.