Scene: The sprawling grounds of Mainlining’s estate. The Big House looms in the background, a monument to decadence and decay. Mainlining, clad in an immaculate suit, dismounts his horse with theatrical flair. Evan39, playing the role of Django, follows closely, his gaze cold and calculating. The tension thickens as Stephen, the ever-suspicious house servant, emerges from the porch, his face twisted in disdain.

Mainlining (as Calvin Candie): arms spread wide, voice booming with performative charm “Ah, Stephen! My dear, loyal Stephen! Did you miss me, boy?”

Stephen: scowling, muttering under his breath “Miss you? Hell naw. Miss you like a hog misses a butcher’s knife. Who dis nigger up on dat nag?”

Mainlining: laughing heartily “Stephen! Did you have nails for breakfast? Why so ornery? You didn’t miss me at all?”

Stephen: rolling his eyes “Oh, yes, sir. Miss you like a rock in my shoe. Miss you like a baby miss a good spanking! Now, I aks you again—WHO dis nigger on dat nag?”

Evan39 (as Django): his voice steady, his glare cutting through Stephen “Hey, Snowball. You wanna know my name, or the name of my horse, you ask me directly.”

Stephen: taking a step forward, his voice rising “Who the hell you callin’ Snowball, hoss boy? I’ll snatch yo black ass off dat nag and into the mud so fast, yo head’ll spin!”

Mainlining: stepping between them, raising his hands theatrically “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stephen! Let’s keep this funny, shall we? Django here’s a freeman.”

Stephen: stunned, pointing at Django “Dis nigger here? A freeman?”

Mainlining: smiling, patting Django’s shoulder “That nigger there, Stephen. Let me introduce you properly. Django, this here is Stephen—a cheeky black bugger like yourself. Stephen, this is Django. You two ought to hate each other.”

Stephen: his voice dripping with suspicion “And just who the hell is this nigger you feel the need to entertain, huh?”

Mainlining: grinning, his voice laced with condescension “Django and his friend Dr. Schultz are customers. Guests, even. And you, Stephen, you decrepit bastard, are to show them every hospitality. Do you understand?”

Stephen: grumbling under his breath “Yessir, Monsieur Candie. But I don’t know why I got to take lip off dis nigger.”

Mainlining: leaning in, his voice hardening “You don’t have to know why. Do you understand?”

Stephen: reluctantly, with a scowl “Yessir. I understand.”

Mainlining: clapping his hands, his smile returning “Good! Now, they’ll be staying the night. Go open the guest bedrooms and make them ready.”

Stephen: his jaw dropping, looking incredulous “In the Big House? He gone stay in the Big House?”

Mainlining: tilting his head, his voice dangerously calm “Stephen. He’s a slaver. It’s different.”

Stephen: still protesting “In the Big House?”

Mainlining: stepping closer, voice dripping with mock patience “Stephen, do you have a problem with that?”

Stephen: throwing up his hands, muttering “Aw, naw, naw. No problem at all. Long as you don’t mind burnin’ the bed, the sheets, the pillowcases, and the goddamn walls after this black-ass motherfucker leaves!”

Mainlining: grinning darkly, his voice cold as ice “That is my problem, Stephen. They’re mine to burn. Your problem is making a good impression. Start solving it now.”

Stephen: grumbling as he shuffles off “Cain’t believe you brought a nigger to stay in the Big House. Yo daddy’s rolling over in his goddamn grave. This some kinda shit.”

Mainlining: watching Stephen go, shaking his head “Man, the lip on him! He’s getting worse and worse. Now, where is my beautiful sister?”

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5661327&forum_id=2Elisa#48534725)