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Persistent but Purposeless Violence of the Deceased Equine

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