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Seymour enters the bar from upstairs, wearing an orange jacket, blue baseball cap, brown slacks, glasses with one cracked lens. He's holding a sheet of paper, which he then tacks onto the bulletin board.
Don't Feed The Plant!
(The picture is of Audrey II's pod, taking up most of the Polaroid photo, with a light dusting of snow on it)
After Seymour tacks the sign up (it looks so small), he goes to Bar, pulling a handful of letters out of his pocket. They are addressed, simply, to friends of Seymour.
This is Seymour Krelborn. I had a good life until I wanted something more. If you're reading this, you were my friend, and I'm sorry I wasn't a better one. I've left Milliways. I'm where I should be.
Thanks. For everything. Please keep being good people.
Seymour stares at the notes as they disappear from Bar's surface. Then he looks out over Milliways, thinking about what was and what could have been. As he does so, music plays from invisible instruments, an intense guitar and sharp drums. Seymour blinks and, compelled to by some innate sense, gets to his feet.
The music is back. Before he goes, he gets a number. It's more than he ever thought possible.
Heedless of anyone nearby, he starts to sing, in a strong tenor: "They may offer you fortune and fame,
Love and money and instant acclaim.
But whatever they offer you, don't feed the plants!" He taps the poster he just put up.
He gestures to anyone nearby, even rats and total strangers: "They may offer you lots of cheap thrills.
Fancy condos in Beverly Hills.
But whatever they offer you, don't feed the plants!
"Look out - it's called Audrey II!
Look out - it might come for you!
"Hold your hat and hang onto your soul!" Seymour, illustratively, does hold onto his baseball cap as he strides towards the front door.
"Something's comin' to eat the world whole.
If we fight 'em, we still have a chance.
But whatever they offer you.
Though they're sloppin' the trough for you.
Please, whatever they offer you - don't feed the plants!"
Invisible backup sings: "We'll have tomorrow!"
Seymour throws open the front Door. What the dead man sees makes him go pale and take a step back. Anyone else looking would see a red velvet curtain.
What's beyond that Door is exactly what he deserves. Seymour takes a deep breath and joins in with the backup for the final line: "Don't feed the plants!"
The music crescendos. As the final notes play, Seymour steps out the front door. The red curtain wavers slightly as he disappears. Then the Door shuts behind him.
Exit Seymour Krelborn.
Don't Feed The Plant!
(The picture is of Audrey II's pod, taking up most of the Polaroid photo, with a light dusting of snow on it)
After Seymour tacks the sign up (it looks so small), he goes to Bar, pulling a handful of letters out of his pocket. They are addressed, simply, to friends of Seymour.
This is Seymour Krelborn. I had a good life until I wanted something more. If you're reading this, you were my friend, and I'm sorry I wasn't a better one. I've left Milliways. I'm where I should be.
Thanks. For everything. Please keep being good people.
Seymour stares at the notes as they disappear from Bar's surface. Then he looks out over Milliways, thinking about what was and what could have been. As he does so, music plays from invisible instruments, an intense guitar and sharp drums. Seymour blinks and, compelled to by some innate sense, gets to his feet.
The music is back. Before he goes, he gets a number. It's more than he ever thought possible.
Heedless of anyone nearby, he starts to sing, in a strong tenor: "They may offer you fortune and fame,
Love and money and instant acclaim.
But whatever they offer you, don't feed the plants!" He taps the poster he just put up.
He gestures to anyone nearby, even rats and total strangers: "They may offer you lots of cheap thrills.
Fancy condos in Beverly Hills.
But whatever they offer you, don't feed the plants!
"Look out - it's called Audrey II!
Look out - it might come for you!
"Hold your hat and hang onto your soul!" Seymour, illustratively, does hold onto his baseball cap as he strides towards the front door.
"Something's comin' to eat the world whole.
If we fight 'em, we still have a chance.
But whatever they offer you.
Though they're sloppin' the trough for you.
Please, whatever they offer you - don't feed the plants!"
Invisible backup sings: "We'll have tomorrow!"
Seymour throws open the front Door. What the dead man sees makes him go pale and take a step back. Anyone else looking would see a red velvet curtain.
What's beyond that Door is exactly what he deserves. Seymour takes a deep breath and joins in with the backup for the final line: "Don't feed the plants!"
The music crescendos. As the final notes play, Seymour steps out the front door. The red curtain wavers slightly as he disappears. Then the Door shuts behind him.
Exit Seymour Krelborn.