Saturday, August 25, 2012

The Hens FINALLY Speak Out... [NSFW or FOR SMALL CHILDREN]



Helen Allen
Photography By Daniel Brock
An Interview with the Hens (Chris Humphrey, Content Love Knowles and Helen Allen)
July, 2012
By Tutto Theatre Company (TTC)


Almittie (Chris Humphrey) [starts the interview without being asked a question.]:  Coops!  We have got to recooperate if we’re going to get anywhere!....

TTC:  Now listen—everyone wants to know this, and people have asked each other about it for years, and so on…[O’Meggie {Helen Allen} frowns], so OK!  Exactly how many orifices in a hen (whew)?

[Cluckophony and a little screeching] Adelpha (Content Love Knowles) waves her wing feathers under TTC’s nose: You do not ask a hen her age, you do not ask her who preens her, and you do not ask her that!  Why, I oughta…
O’Meggie [batting eyelashes] Oh, we have numerous mouths [purses lips, reapplies makeup to mole]: I think it’s seven!

TTC: I thought it was three!

O’Meggie: The Vulgarity!!

TTC:  Shut. Up.  That’s the title of my next play.

O’Meggie [aside to Adelpha]: F.  I don’t like this GD, F, S, CS, BF-ing interview!

Adelpha [aside to O’Meggie]: FO.  IMHO it’s making you famous.

O’Meggie  [aside to Adelpha]: Oh…well, alright….OK….umm…what’s famous?

TTC: Has there been one true love of your life?

Almittie [blushing to her quills]:  Ahh!  The beautiful, lovely and loud Chanticleer!  My feathers were so smooth when we were together! 

Adelpha [all feathers standing up]:  Foghorn Leghorn is more your speed!  You keep your wattles off my Chanticleer!  [softening]  I will always be Peck-tolote “beloved of Chanticleer!” 

O’Meggie [glowering]: You know what mine is—Chik-fil-A.

Almittie: KFC is more like it! 

Adelpha: Cannibals!

O’Meggie: Yeah? You should try Lucy’s Fried Chicken offa South Congress.  The have the best fried chicken.  Day and night the actors and celebrities line up to get in there—not just chicken, it’s a high-class chicken place….  

TTC [changing subject before cannibalism becomes actual]:  when you go to church in Meridian and the sermon becomes boring, do you throw down a little bag of scratch or do you watch others’ bonnets for flies buzzing around them? 

O’Meggie: I pray.

Adelpha:  I cross my eyes; I’m one of the few hens who can do that. 

Almittie:  I tell leetle stories to make my sisters laugh. 

Adelpha:  Ha, ha, HA!  She tries to make us laugh!  Like the one about John Smith.

O’Meggie [guffaws]: Yeah!  He found a Book of Mormon!

Adelpha:  She meant John Smith and Poke-a-haunt-ass!  [screech-a-tronic wonderland].

TTC:  This is the definition of bird brains.

All: Ca-caw, Ca-caw!

Adelpha [shrugs]: Hey, we’re hens, we’re all bird brains.  

Almittie [furious, holds up three wing feathers to TTC]:  Read between the lines, F! 

Adelpha [aside to TTC, pointing at Almittie]: She never met a rooster she didn’t like!  [To all]:  But actually, we’re really compatible with Mormons.  Yes, we’re sister wives. 

O’Meggie [quickly]:  I’m the hot one of the sister wives! 

Adelpha [agreeing]:  The Chloe Sevigny wife!

TTC: I heard that Chloe Sevigny in Brown Bunny….

O’Meggie: Right, the Chloe Sevigny wife!

TTC: …in Brown Bunny

O’Meggie:  Equals dipshit, Almittie, stop looking at me.

TTC [clutching desperately for control of the interview]: How about that Cruce Prater!

All:  uh…uh…UH! [collective sigh].

O’Meggie:  Cruce naked is a cracker---peck, peck, peck.

Almittie [quietly]: I have a secret.  Cruce Prater can be bought! 

Adelpha:  Naw, naw, the thing about Cruce is:
                                    [[ BIG DICK ]]

Adelpha [hopingly, after everyone returns to the room]: Is he a chicken fucker? 

All:  He sure is, he sure is!

Almittie [thoughtfully]: He was so pretty before he went broke.  I won’t let him come around Polly since he got busted up.  Someone ask Esther what she thinks about Cruce.  They went to school together, you know.

O’Meggie:  I thought they were mother and son.  Uh, OK, I get it.

Adelpha: They dated.  She and Almittie are sisters that way. 

[Embarassed, awkward silence. Then:]

All: Wack, wack-waaa!  Caw, caw, c-caw…c-caw…c-caw!

[This continues until Herk has to come out and turn off the light in the hen house.]


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