Let Me At 'Em
It's Monday, so housemates are preoccupied with the weekly grind that is nominations. Except for one housemate, it's not going to be much of a grind at all. In fact, Bea is well up for it.
Getting ready for their time in front of the Diary Room camera, Bea, Halfwit and Marcus sat around the Bedroom. Well, Bea was getting ready, Halfwit was eating cereal and Marcus was sprawled on the bed letting out intermittant trumps from his behind. A happy scene.
"I hope I go this week," said Marcus, motionless.
"You might want to say that around people other than me and Bea," chuckled Halfwit. "I want you to stay. I love you maaaan."
Marcus didn't have time to react before Bea piped up from in front of the mirror. "I'm quite looking forward to today."
"A-haaa?" questioned Halfwit.
But Marcus was quicker on the uptake. "To wield the sword of vengeance?" he asked her. "Will you be happier after you've nominated?"
"I'm not unhappy now," she confirmed, still applying make-up.
"But will you be happy-er?"
"I've pretty much told them, I chose a while ago," said Bea. "Big Brother that is, not the individuals concerned. I'm sure they can guess anyway, as I'm putting in an extra special effort with everyone else at the moment."
Bea chuckled.
"Game-planner!" shouted Halfwit jovially.
"God loves a trier," shot back Bea with a shrug.
"I suppose..." trawled Halfwit, thinking.
"Funny how transparent people can be," said Bea.
It was unclear whether she meant others with that comment, or herself.
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