In CYRA’s homely cottage, setting up a kiddie pool
CYRA: (whipping LUR) All done! I think your blood has filled up the pool!
LUR (weakly): Get me out of here.
CYRA: Yay! I’m going to change into my swimsuit, okay? You wait here.
LUR: I’m tied up! (struggles with the ropes)
CYRA: I’m back! (Now dressed in a green bikini, and is untying LUR)
LUR: What is this? A pool party?
CYRA: Yeah! I got the drinks too! (holds up a wine glass filled with blood. ZHAN’s eyeball floats on top) Want one?
CYRA: Not even with these silver noodles he had clenched in his hands? (slurps TICK’s hair) They are quite tasty.
CYRA: Don’t you want to have some fun? (Puts hand on his shoulder)
LUR: … (Flashbacking wildly)
CYRA: Hello? Lur? (waving her hands frantically in front of his face) Oh well, I guess I could just look in that bag that you have…
LUR: … (Lost in the land of Flashback)
CYRA: (rummaging through his bag) Let’s see… bullets, an array of forks from different countries that don’t exist, Slugventures, and a single by Katy Perry. (Rubbing dust off the cover) Ooooh! California Gurls! This is perfect!
LUR: (back from his journey) Hey! What are you doing?
CYRA places the disk into a conveniently placed disk player.
California Gurls plays
LUR (Singing along): CALIFORNIA GURLS, WE’RE UNDENIABLE, DAISY DUKES… (Looks from his swim trousers to her bikini frantically)
CYRA: EIFFEL TOWERS ON TOP! (An Eiffel Tower grows out of the ground behind them)
QUINN is in the bushes with popsicles, ready to fire, along with his army men, JOHN, and LENA.
CYRA and LUR: FUN, FRESH, FIERCE, SO HOT. WE’LL—
QUINN: FIREEEEEWEEE! (JOHN fires the popsicles, but they melt in the air)
CYRA and LUR: MELT YOUR POPSICLE!
QUINN: So this is the true power of the Fire Nation.
JOHN: Yes, they are almost untouchable!
LENA: But it looks like they are having a lot of fun. Look at those yummy snacks they have!
JOHN: Let’s go!
JOHN and LENA rip off their clothing (they are wearing bathing suits), running toward the pool party, leaving QUINN all alone.
QUINN: Hello darkness, my old friend.
LENA: (wearing a blue bathing suit, settling down in the blood pool) Hey guys, what’cha up to?
JOHN: Yeah. What up? (In red swim trousers)
LUR: (with an idiotic smile) The Eiffel Tower!
JOHN’s eyes narrow.
CYRA sucks on ZHAN’s disembodied finger
JOHN: You are supposed to say “the ceiling” (Disgraced, he leaves the pool, tripping over the finished glasses of ZHAN’s blood)
LENA: I guess it’s just us now, huh?
LUR: Hey! I just realized now that I can escape!
CYRA takes LUR, folds him into a sandwich, and sits on him. She finishes him off with a dagger to the cheek.
LENA: (Petrified) What? Is this stuff not fruit punch?
CYRA grabs LENA’s swimming suit, folds her into a burrito, and uses her as a footrest. She slurps her ZHAN-blood desperately trying to fit the eyeball into her mouth.
JOHN: (In the bushes with QUINN) The Fire Nation is truly despicable.
QUINN: Yes. (bites Bread Snadwhich three)