Mike found Michelle sat at the piano, playing it like she had been doing so for years, flawlessly. "Man, I didn't know she was multi-talented" a surprised Mike mumbled to himself, as he listened to her play. He was then surprised when she started singing to the tune she was playing, it was definitely Michelle's sexy voice...but without the French accent, and Mike wondered why the hell she was wearing Roger's tuxedo and shoes.
"This is so not fucking funny!" he grumbled, not believing that Michelle would agree to play a prank on him, especially one like this, and especially with Roger of all people.
He walked across the room and leaned on the top of the piano, causing Michelle to stop playing and look up at him. "What do you want?" she asked in a perfect American accent, "You gonna slam the lid down on my fingers?"
"Cut it out Michelle!" Mike said brashly.
"Michelle? What the hell you talking about?" the stunning blonde responded.
Mike now noticed that Michelle's face was completely devoid of make-up, and a half smoked cigarette lay in the ashtray on the piano top, which she picked up and put back in her mouth. Mike was really confused now, Michelle didn't smoke!
"Come on babe, t...this isn't funny now!" Mike stuttered, his voice sounding more nervous than before.
"What the...are you turning queer buddy?" Michelle asked him, not removing her cigarette, which now dangled from her unpainted lips.
Mike decided on a different approach. "Why is that weirdo in there wearing your clothes and make-up?" he asked her, gesturing to where he had just come from. Mike then abruptly turned his head when Roger walked into the room...his heels clicking on the floor. Mike just stared at him and shook his head in disgust, yet he was also confused. Roger appeared to be wearing Michelle's clothes...but they all seemed to fit him perfectly, so they couldn't have been hers...Mike reasoned.
"Okay, both of you, this is has gone far enough, IT ENDS NOW!" Mike roared.
"Why do you shout Mikey? You're scaring me!" Mike whimpered in his deep...yet seductive French accented voice.
"And you're confusing the hell outta me pal!" Michelle exclaimed, as a long stream of cigarette smoke left her lips.
Mike just glared at the two of them, then let out a sigh and closed his eyes, trying to keep calm. This was starting to freak him out big style, something that Dr Moriarty had already noticed as he watched with interest on one of his monitors.
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