Finally, several hours and costume changes later, Tess and Tracy show up at Junior's apartment. (I guess dark hair is not hereditary in the Tracy family.) Tess safely left with their loving son, Tracy returns home to see if any more rocks have come flying through the window. He also takes another look at the note and decides that it might not be such a bad thing after all. It is here that I respectfully disagree. Yes, Dick, it might be a note wishing you nothing but good luck. However, it was attached to a rock and said rock was thrown through your window. Taking that into account, I have to read that note with a more sinister tone, where it means that there's no assassination technique too good for you, so watch your back or your neck or your head or your heart or your kneecaps or whatever. That's how I read it, but sometimes I misinterpret these things.
Meanwhile, back at the science museum, we find out that the author of the play is the mysterious Johnny Nothing and that the director is named Anja (which, we can only hope, is just the first part of a deliciously punny name). Oh Johnny Nothing, I can't wait to see what you bring to the table. (I only hope that you don't live up to your name.) But answer me this, my friend, why the science museum? (And are you related to the Question?)
Finally, several hours and costume changes later, Tess and Tracy show up at Junior's apartment. (I guess dark hair is not hereditary in the Tracy family.) Tess safely left with their loving son, Tracy returns home to see if any more rocks have come flying through the window. He also takes another look at the note and decides that it might not be such a bad thing after all. It is here that I respectfully disagree. Yes, Dick, it might be a note wishing you nothing but good luck. However, it was attached to a rock and said rock was thrown through your window. Taking that into account, I have to read that note with a more sinister tone, where it means that there's no assassination technique too good for you, so watch your back or your neck or your head or your heart or your kneecaps or whatever. That's how I read it, but sometimes I misinterpret these things.
Meanwhile, back at the science museum, we find out that the author of the play is the mysterious Johnny Nothing and that the director is named Anja (which, we can only hope, is just the first part of a deliciously punny name). Oh Johnny Nothing, I can't wait to see what you bring to the table. (I only hope that you don't live up to your name.) But answer me this, my friend, why the science museum? (And are you related to the Question?)
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