Act II, Day II
(Niles flips the sign, picks up a pad and pen, then lays down on the floor near the chimney. When the voice speaks, Niles writes furiously.)
Voice: I was telling him, I'm guess I'm like that. We read about people like that, and then I'm surprised about it, which I shouldn't be, but like I'm the prop? It's just something with certain people, or maybe everyone has it, but some can't identify it.
Niles: It was before I had that tooth knocked out.
Voice: He feeds on anxieties. Feeds, feeds, feeds.
Niles: I guess the holidays are kind of hard on people.
Voice: How can you even talk about it?
(Enter Giles.)
Giles: For the second time in two days, I declare my presence using vocal vibration and physical gesture. My inherited American cheerfulness leads me to hope that we will play boyish pranks in the sun today. Are you still talking to the Imperiled Fawn?
Niles (loudly, to the voice): Hang on a second.
(Niles gets up, remaining distant from Giles. He shows his pad.)
Giles: The sight of ink and paper appalls me. Farewell, Killroy!
[Exit Giles.]
Niles: Giles, wait a second. Giles? Imperiled Fawn?
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