| Don Janey: *snatches Bebero�s poem* This one first! �Hyou arrrre my equation, the only one, I love you as much as the distance to the sun. Hyou arrre my statistic, my phonetic alphabet, Hyou arrre the test subject, you arrre my pet. I love the hway you worrrrk electronics, I love thee as much as economonics!� Don Amzzz: Wot. Don Julien: Now for Stebedick�s� �Shall I compare thee to a rainy day? Your hair looks like hay. In the stable we shall stay, Day, I like to eat�bread.� Dons: HAHAHA! You guys are insane! Don Janey: Hilarious! Don Julien: Crazee! Don Amzzz: Amusing! Don Ernie: Shoopid� Bunneatrice: *blushes* Anyway! I said, make that a double marriage! Cease to mock us! Davachio and Margien Wiv Glarseez: Triple marriage wiv glarseez! Don Julien: This is getting weirdeth! (James Cagberry runs in) James Cagberry: Better make that a TRIPLE marriage! (hugs Barbieges) Dons: Hello James Cagberry. Don Janey: It already IS a triple marriage, James Cagberry! James Cagberry: Oh�well what�s after triple? Dons: GO AWAY JAMES CAGBERRY! Don Amzzz: Ok, a quadruple wedding. *sigh* Ursula the Sea Witch: I hath stolen Patasar�s voice! And we are getting marriedeth! Eels: We are bridesmaids! Don Ernie: Ok�so it�s a�ummm�5 wedding! Signor Pestilence: Marriages are a pestilence! This wedding is a pestilence! I am rejected! What a pestilence! YOU, pestilence! (points at Messenger Boy L ) Stand with the rubbish! Messenger Boy L : Ok. Signor Pestilence: Wait, rubbish is a pestilence! Liketh everyone here! Pestilences! YOU, pestilence! (points at Messenger Boy L ) Wedeth me! Messenger Boy L : Ok. Don Amzzz: Wow! 6 couples getting married! Don Janey: I haveth an idea. Don Ernie: Wot? Don Janey: Let�s all geteth married! Don Julien: At BERRY! Dons: YAY! Signor Pestilence: Let�s get this pestilence marriage started! Bunneatrice: Indeed! Bebero: Hey�where�s Friar Wordsworth? Alex-Bebio: And Don Vik-tor�it seems awfully quiet without them. Stebedick: Where could they be-eth? Dons: (wiv sly grins) He�he�he� Act 5 Scene 6 Don Vik-tor: I am a man of few words. I seldom speak and I never asketh questions. I am not a curious fellow. How did we get pushed into this hole? What a terrible accident. Not that I want to know, as I am not a curious man, and do not ask questions. Curiosity killed the cat. So did talking. Which is why I am a man of few words. No one would want to kill me�no one notices me, for I am so quiet. That is why they did not realise they were burying us here. I was so quiet. They thought that no one was in here. For I am a man of few words� Friar Wordsworth: What a way to achieve oneness with nature! Stuck here in solitariness�apart from this tenderly melancholy chatterbox, who talks about nothing, and does not have the voice of the nightingale, and does not stick to the literal meaning of his sentences, which is unimportant, and therefore, the meaning is beyond all literal meaning and that is its importance� Don Vik-tor: Unlike my fellow captive, I KNOWETH how to be quiet in order to conserve air. Talking just wastes time, and oxygen, and that is why I do not� Wordsworth: Oh, how I wish Dorothy was here to share my oneness with nature which I have now achieved just like Lucy, who was very� Don Vik-tor: Although I am a man of few words, and do not voice my concerns for anything� Wordsworth: I feel an abruptness of death is coming upon me, as there is a lack of� Don Vik-tor: Oxygen! Talk is cheap, which is why I don�t talk�and am now Wordsworth: I am achieving oneness with nature! Farewell world that does not understand nature! Don Vik-tor: When my death is discovered�all will mourn the loss pf this man of few words, and those who buried me, accidentally of course, will be forever guilty� (Outside the hole) Dons: He�he�he� THE END!!! Dedicated to Beb and Alex-Beb. Congratulations, soon-to-be Mr & Mrs Alex-Beb! |
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