Lindsay: (screams) Laura get in here right now!
Laura: (grabs her phone in case 911 is needed and runs to the bathroom)
Lindsay: (in her underware... which is relevant to the story, I swear) There is a lizard in the bathroom on my shirt.
Laura: Oh my god! Are you serious?
Lindsay: I can't make shit like this up. I have to leave in ten minutes!
Laura: Wear something else!
Lindsay: I can't, the lizard is on top of my costume!
Laura: shit
Lindsay: What do we do?
Laura: We need a bucket.
Lindsay: I have a bucket (Lindsay gets the bucket)
Laura: and tongs
Lindsay: Well don't kill it!
Laura: Are you crazy! I'm going to scoop it AND the shirt into the bucket and take it outside.
Lindsay: You're so brave.
Laura: (armed with tongs and a bucket tip toes into the bathroom, approaches the counter, and runs out screaming)
Lindsay: Sarah (girl that lives upstairs) likes snakes. Let's call her.
Laura: Yes!
Lindsay: Fuck, my phone is under the Lizard.
Laura: Are you kidding?
Lindsay: No!
Laura: fuck!
Lindsay: We'll have to move out.
Laura: Yes.
Lindsay: fuck
Laura: ok I can do this... but we'll still have to move.
Lindsay: yes
Laura: (bravely approaches the counter again still with tongs and bucket in hand) What if it jumps?
Lindsay: Well it must have been fast to get into my cloths while I was in the shower.
Laura: fuck
Lindsay: maybe it has magical powers
Laura: what if it went through one of our rooms.
Both: impossible
Laura: ( slowly grabs the edge of the shirt with the tongs and pulls it into the bucket. She gets the shirt and the lizard into the bucket and runs outside to dump it. She then retrieves the shirt, with the tongs, or course, and puts it back in the bucket)
Lindsay: oh my god you did it. Where'd you put it.
Laura: Outside. You'll have to burn the shirt.
Lindsay: clearly
Laura: You can't leave me here all by myself!
Lindsay: I'm so sorry!
