Hahahaha! You are like my fanfic-hunting counterpart in the world of published literature. :P
Okay, how about this: Mark is crying because he realizes he's trapped in a story that is utter crap and makes no sense. Ann is not sitting on Orelio's lap; she's sitting on Mark's lap. (The poor choice of an indeterminate pronoun - he - when there are two "he" options makes this unclear, but I'm assuming from the context that it MUST be Mark, since Orelio has trucked his ass right on out of the room... possibly because he, too, realizes the horrid fic circumstance he's mired in and is all, "I can't believe that wanker of an author just made me say that stupid shit about the orangutan and the fucking sunshine street. Fuck it, I'm outta here.")
Ann's maybe trying to make Mark feel better about this stupid story. "Aww, quit your crying, have a breast or two." Orelio, taking his cues from Ann, comes back to hug them both in a show of comfort and solidarity - "Folks, I'm right there with you. This story is crapass. There there, it'll be okay. What we need is some food. You know how a pint of Ben & Jerry's after a breakup is just the thing? Yeah. We're gonna feed our pain."
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Date: 2011-01-02 01:54 pm (UTC)Okay, how about this: Mark is crying because he realizes he's trapped in a story that is utter crap and makes no sense. Ann is not sitting on Orelio's lap; she's sitting on Mark's lap. (The poor choice of an indeterminate pronoun - he - when there are two "he" options makes this unclear, but I'm assuming from the context that it MUST be Mark, since Orelio has trucked his ass right on out of the room... possibly because he, too, realizes the horrid fic circumstance he's mired in and is all, "I can't believe that wanker of an author just made me say that stupid shit about the orangutan and the fucking sunshine street. Fuck it, I'm outta here.")
Ann's maybe trying to make Mark feel better about this stupid story. "Aww, quit your crying, have a breast or two." Orelio, taking his cues from Ann, comes back to hug them both in a show of comfort and solidarity - "Folks, I'm right there with you. This story is crapass. There there, it'll be okay. What we need is some food. You know how a pint of Ben & Jerry's after a breakup is just the thing? Yeah. We're gonna feed our pain."