Year: 1814
Place: At the family home of Mary Shelley, outside of London, England
Dialogue: Brie, the office secretary, and Mary Shelley
Time: These events are occurring after a time jump from 1947 to 1931 to 1895 to 1814
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Brie: "What should I call you? Mrs. Shelley? Come over here. It won't hurt. I promise."
Mary Shelley: "I don't care if it hurts, you insane lady. You will not have a piece of my skin."
Brie: "The last two writers, named Aldous Huxley and H.G. Wells, voluntarily agreed quickly."
Mary Shelley: "I don't care what writers I've never heard of did. I am my own woman."
Brie: "Let's simply say that I'm a fanatic of your stories and that I would like a strange souvenir."
Mary Shelley: "You are a loon. You are mistaken if you think I'm going to consent to this."
Brie: "This must involve your novel called 'Frankenstein'. That would make the most sense."
Mary Shelley: "I don't know what novel you are referencing. Stop talking. Leave me be."
Brie: "Except I think you know what this is all about, am I wrong?"
Mary Shelley: "You seem hopelessly irrational. Back away. Let me push my door closed."
Brie: "I know from your future story, Frankenstein's monster was made from others' body parts."
Mary Shelley: "Congratulations on being able to read, but I have not written such a book."
Brie: "I'm not imagining this. Orwell, Huxley, Wells - all seemed perplexed, but you're different."
Mary Shelley: "Delusional woman, take up writing yourself, instead of accosting people."
Brie: "My understanding is I will find 13 blank books and I'll write the settings for other Earths."
Mary Shelley: "You are power-hungry. There's a mistake. You're not meant for this quest."
Brie: "I knew it! You are aware of these world-changing possibilities! Give me what I want!"
Mary Shelley: "You are still a loon. I'm not going to help the likes of you. I'll help the hero."
Brie: "See this pistol here? It's originally from the U.S. of A. I bought it from an American soldier."
Mary Shelley: "That doesn't look right. For all I know it's carved out of wood. Maybe a toy."
Brie: "It's unlike ones you've seen, but it can still harm Percy, your true love, if you follow me."
Mary Shelley: "Fine, you'll have a bit of my skin. Yet, you don't know what you're getting."
Brie: "As long as people continue to give in to my demands, that is all that matters."183Please respect copyright.PENANAAlQwtLmFLl