Ross calls an audible.

Madison idly scratched her armpit and yawned. She looked into the mirror and turned slightly to examine her own backside. Giving it a little slap, she nodded with approval.

"What the fuck is taking so long?" she called out. "Did you forget- oh."

Ross was standing in the doorway, tucking the docility script back into his pocket. Madison flopped backwards onto the bed, her head tilting drunkenly to the left before she corrected it.

"Fuckin' pussy," she slurred. "You... fuckin' pussy."

"I guess the docility script didn't make you any nicer," Ross said. He sat down on the bed next to her and she chuckled drunkenly.

"Didn't make you any smarter either, so here we are. I'm fuckin' having a dream and you're a big old pussy."

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Ross asked, his manner reflecting genuine curiosity rather than offense.

"Because you can only handle me when I'm an airhead or dreaming," she said woozily. "I wouldn't get you off so you put me in a fuckin' dream. Now nothing's real and you don't have to deal with your scary golem girlfriend anymore. So what're you gonna do, finger me? Make me suck your dick? Don't keep a girl waiting."

"I can finger you anytime," Ross rebutted. "Why wouldn't I just reset you?"

Madison blew a raspberry and fell onto her back. Beneath a furrowed brow her unfocused eyes tried to track the motion of the ceiling fan. "You think this is funny?" she asked, the contempt evident even through her slurred speech. "You make me slow and play twenty questions? I don't know why you're doing all this. Probably 'cause you're a big old pussy. Scared of your own golem, you silly little limpdick. Why don't you get a chia pet or a... a fuckin... succulent."

"Because you're a better lay than most succulents." Ross pulled the script out of his pocket again but held it against the palm of his hand. "Now, I've got some questions, and if you keep being so combative I may have to hit you with the docility script again."

"So much for badass," Madison muttered. "I bet before we're done I won't even know what planet I'm on."

"Are you really Madison?" Ross asked, ignoring her barrage of criticism. "Like, still Madison underneath?"

Madison's voice pitched up slightly and took on a manic lilt. "Oh, gosh, sweetie pie, it's still me! I can suck your cock or compliment your clothes or give you my mom's company! Whatever you want, baby." She blew another raspberry. "Eat my ass."

"Ok, this is getting nowhere," Ross said. He put two fingers to her forehead and she crossed her fingers trying to follow.

"Thank God," Madison sighed with genuine relief. "I'm so sick of... huh."

As soon as he spoke the word, Madison's posture straightened and she looked around blearily as though waking from a deep slumber. After peering wildly around the room her gaze came to rest on him and she grinned wide.

"Holy shit!" she said. "Ross, dude, that was fucking awesome! Did you hear me? I sounded so badass! We gotta do this again! Maybe I can fuck with Andrew or something."

"So you're you again? What about all that bimbo talk?" Ross asked. Madison just laughed.

"Oh, Ross, babe, I was just pissed off. Man, I was so pissed off! Every little thing made me madder. You're lucky I didn't beat your ass!"

"You wouldn't have, right?" Ross asked. Madison shrugged.

"No idea. I know I sure felt like it, but I also felt so... I don't know, reserved. Stoic, I guess? I just had all this anger roiling in my body and a constant urge to suppress it. God, what a fucking rush! Let's do another one! You pick this time."