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The Friday Play Persistent but Purposeless Violence of the Deceased Equine By Angus Brosnigag dramatis personae Maud Notalotavodka: The Voice of Sanity. Sir Sydney Direstraits: A Minor Member of T'Haristrocracy. Lady Thistle Direstraits: A FORCE OF NATURE, not to be trifled with. schnujo: A Philanthropist adherennium: A Buffoon. Act One, Scene One adherennium: Here were are again then, back where we started, here we go round again. Maud Notalotavodka: You're misquoting lyrics you rogue, and besides, we all know where this is heading, why don't you get to the point and save us all time. Lady Thistle Direstraits: I say there you. Yes You. Have you entered the Whatever Contest yet? No? Why the Heavens not? Sir Sydney Direstraits: I heard that they're giving away Gift Points and Merit Badges, just for entering. Lady Thistle Direstraits (Roars): I don't recall asking you a gosh darned thing. Maud Notalotavodka: He's at it again. Those are from that film, you know. Oh why don't you wrap this up quickly. For the sake of all our sanity. schnujo: The Whatever Contest. THE END |