A POSTULATED CONVERSATION TRANSLATED FROM ENGLISH TO GERMAN AND BACK AGAIN THAT TOOK PLACE AT THE ST. LOUIS, MISSOURI SCHNEITHORST INN (A PLACE TO "ACTUALLY HAVE A CONVERSATION"* AND ENJOY "READ [SIC] MEAT AND POTATOES"**) BETWEEN MARY CHEN AND AN ANONYMOUS PERSON (UNTIL FINAL PLOT TWIST)

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Beneath a stuffed deer head on a plush couch in the keller of the Scheithorst Inn restaurant (1600 S. Lindbergh Blvd., St. Louis, MO, 63131). Lighting warm as though war rested outside.

MARY CHEN: This restaurant. It looks well.

ANONYMOUS: Do you so my drop. Do it in such a way.

MC: (blushing) Thanks.

ANON: No, thanks. (putting menu down gently)

MC: Do you know what you require?

ANON: Its eyes, its hair, your lips, I require her all for me. I can also try to sour-roast.

MC: I sour-roast dear even! So tangy!

ANON: Yes. Tangy.

He clutches her hand and brings it to his lips. Mary collapses across sofa into his arms.

ANON: Shhhh. Speaking it not. Mary, I must explain to you somewhat. I have never explained this to everyone. Not my nut/mother Not my brother. Nobody. I....I....

A plate of knoedels arrive

MC: They can explain to me everything. Everything at all. Became it to like knoedel.

ANON: I was another person before long time. I was full from the rage. I would shake my fist at those outside of my windows. I screamed, "LOVE ME. DOESN'T SOMEONE LOVE ME?" I stated soon that nobody became.

MC: Oh honey. My sweet rabbit rabbit. It is terrible. I hate to hear this. Maintenance, which explains to me.

ANON: (crushing knoedel in his hand) I remember on mean father. It was annoyed the whole time. He hated everyone. It would enter the forest and would hunt. I would not see it for days, and as he would return, smelled he horribly of moose urine.

MC: My favorite, that is disgusting. Continue please.

ANON: Which I try, to say are, I...I...

the deer head (which is animatronic) leans downward and clears its throat

DEER'S HEAD: It terminated me! It shot me to the right in the donkey! I did not die for four days and he cut mean heading off.

MC: Oh sky!

DEER'S HEAD: It sold me to snowing refuge ( author's note: Schneithorst is a "snowing refuge") and that is, as it pays for dinners whenever guests come to the city! Is that against the rules?

MC: I cannot believe it! They are so inexpensive! I assume that you these (indicating knoedels) to go rolled up, over!

DEER KILLING JERK: But Mary, I....

MC: They obviously do not know with whom you employ! I have taste! I have mean taste developed for years! And it! Would amount to I!

DEER'S HEAD: They go to girls!

MC: I am out here out!

Mary Chen leaves running her arm down the shelf of collectible steins. They crash to the floor as the light outside becomes red. Redder

CURTAIN

*"EDITORIAL PROFILE" http://stlouis.citysearch.com/E/V/STLMO/0002/12/50/ BY MATT HILBURN

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