Superfreaks: Superfreaks -- The Musical!

Martin Phipps martinphipps2 at
Sat Oct 15 06:17:09 PDT 2011

Michael King, Lana Lewis and Mary Bailey: crime scene
investigators.  John Phelps, Mark Johnston and Tom
Jackson: police officers.  Jack Greenspan and Edward
Bailey: medical examiners.  Alan Russell and Roger
Roeper: lawyers.  These men and women are truly our
last line of defense.  But what about the capes whose
cases they have to investigate?  Should they be
considered a help or a hindrance?

                    Superfreaks -- The Musical

Friday, 7:30 pm

  "Jamie?  What are you doing here?"
  "He's got a gun!  Jamie got a gun Jamie got a gun!"
  "Shut up!" Jamie said  "Just shut up!"
  "Jamie, why are you here?"
  "I just want to talk!"
  "Then why bring a gun?"
  "Yeah, Jamie, you should put that away!"
  "I told you to shut up!  This is between me and her!"
  "Just put the gun away, Jamie, and then we'll talk."
  "No, I ain't putting the gun away."
  "So... are going to kill me?"
  "Kill you?  No!  I just want you to hear what I have to say!

"Every time I think of you, I always catch my breath
And I'm still standing here, and you're miles away
And I'm wonderin' why you left
And there's a storm that's raging through my frozen heart
I hear your name in certain circles, and it always makes me
I spend my time thinking about you, and it's almost driving
Me wild
And there's a heart that's breaking down this long distance
Line tonight

"I ain't killing you at all since you've been gone away
I ain't killing you, no matter what I might say
There's a message in the wire, and I'm sending you this
Signal tonight
You don't know how desperate I've become
And it looks like I'm losing this fight
In your world I have no meaning, though I'm trying hard to
And it's my heart that's breaking down this long distance
Line tonight

"I ain't killing you at all
Since you've been gone away
I ain't killing you,
No matter what your friend says
And there's a message that I'm sending out,
Like a telegraph to your soul
And if I can't bridge this distance,
Stop this heartbreak Overload

I ain't killing you,
I ain't killing you,

  "Oh, fuck it, I _am_ killing you..."

Friday, 8:14 pm

  "You have the right to remain silent.  Anything you say can and will
be used against you in a court of law.  You have the right to an
attorney.  If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for
you.  Do you understand these rights?"
  Jamie didn't answer.  Detective John Phelps grew impatient.
  "Well?  Do you?"
  "You said I had the right to remain silent."
  "Fuck you."
  Detective Michael King questioned the witness.
  "Could you tell us what you saw?"
  "He shot her in cold blood!  Shot through the heart, and he's to
blame!  Jamie!  He gives love a bad name!"
  "Would you be willing to testify to that?"
  "Absolutely!  And this time I hope he stays in jail for good!"
  Phelps overheard her.  "This time?" he asked.
  "Yeah!  He shot his last girlfriend too!"
  Phelps looked at Jamie.  "Is that true?"
  Jamie smiled.

"Oops! I did it again
I played with a heart, got lost in the game
Oh baby, baby
Oops! She'll think I'm in love
That I'm sent from above
I'm not that innocent"

  John sighed.  "That's a confession."
  "No, it isn't!"
  "Yes it is!  I already read you your rights!  Dumbass!"

                                 THE END


P.S.: Sorry, I just thought this would be funny. :)

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