[ The bats look at Drake, then one another. A simple nod, and one - Squeak - flies into the room. The other - Eek - calmly holds up a wing, as if to say, "Wait for it."
Inside, Morgana sighs, and looks up to see Squeak sitting on her desk drawer. She gets up, coming over to sit at the make-up mirror and lament at her own reflection. ]
I know, I must sound crazy! Here I am, moping about someone who treated my autograph like trash... I have Darkwing, and he's all anyone could ever want in a man! He's handsome, mysterious, kind, and he believed in me! And Drake... I thought we had something special, but... if he treated something so important to me like that, maybe it was all just some... game to him.
[ Another big sigh, and then she straightens up, slapping her cheeks! ]
Okay! Fine! If that's how he feels about me, then... I'm over him! I'm Darkwing's girl now! I'm completely, totally, one hundred percent, over Drake Mallard!
[ A-huh. Squeak lets out a few little chirps, and she stops in place. ]
... Drake's here?
[ "Squeak squeak." ]
... WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SOONER?! I CAN'T LET HIM SEE ME LIKE THIS!
[ In a rushed flurry, she quickly yoinks her lipsticks to put on, along with some dark eyeshadow, pops on a spiked collar, does she have time to change into a shorter dress?! At least lace up her heels!
She then gets right back into the loveseat, hiking up the skirt a bit, pulling down her sleeve an inch, grabs her guitar, and thinks of the most seductive Disney song they've ever allowed. A-hem. ]
You had plenty money, 1922, You let other women make a fool of you... Why don't you do right, like some other men do? Get out of here and get me some money too...
[ Look at how absolutely over him she is.
Eek, dead-eyeing all of this, lowers his wing. Have at it, bud. ]
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Inside, Morgana sighs, and looks up to see Squeak sitting on her desk drawer. She gets up, coming over to sit at the make-up mirror and lament at her own reflection. ]
I know, I must sound crazy! Here I am, moping about someone who treated my autograph like trash... I have Darkwing, and he's all anyone could ever want in a man! He's handsome, mysterious, kind, and he believed in me! And Drake... I thought we had something special, but... if he treated something so important to me like that, maybe it was all just some... game to him.
[ Another big sigh, and then she straightens up, slapping her cheeks! ]
Okay! Fine! If that's how he feels about me, then... I'm over him! I'm Darkwing's girl now! I'm completely, totally, one hundred percent, over Drake Mallard!
[ A-huh. Squeak lets out a few little chirps, and she stops in place. ]
... Drake's here?
[ "Squeak squeak." ]
... WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SOONER?! I CAN'T LET HIM SEE ME LIKE THIS!
[ In a rushed flurry, she quickly yoinks her lipsticks to put on, along with some dark eyeshadow, pops on a spiked collar, does she have time to change into a shorter dress?! At least lace up her heels!
She then gets right back into the loveseat, hiking up the skirt a bit, pulling down her sleeve an inch, grabs her guitar, and thinks of the most seductive Disney song they've ever allowed. A-hem. ]
You had plenty money, 1922,
You let other women make a fool of you...
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too...
[ Look at how absolutely over him she is.
Eek, dead-eyeing all of this, lowers his wing. Have at it, bud. ]