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| A Soul of Betrayed Fortune by � coondogk9 Orin: Here thee. I let thee view my empty purse caused by my misguided trust. A mere penitence of my scorn and ridicule thou hast cast upon me. Oh thy noble ones, how thou hast betrayed me my hour of need now circumstance prevails my poor surrounds and my tattered begging spews forth vile praises on your greedy souls. Theados: But rise my good man. Wherest thou pride if not in recoup of life�s wages. Tho yours be of sin? Ocadarian: Yes ye of troubled spirit. Rise above your plight like a man. Orin: Dost thou wish to perhaps thieve my musket for coin when I am done as well? Or will thee charge me service of it? Theados: ah my good man. We nay charge you use of your own weapon. But in your passing we may perhaps find it in our best regards to lighten you of it in exchange for our time. Ocadarian: That is true. This hour of your squirming is unprofitable at the least. Shall you now waste a ball as well? Thou could surely bail from yon mooring and siphon the fowl water to breaths fullest and do as well a job. Orin: I�ll hear no more of your crude intentions and make my hands useful now. ���..(Bang) Theados: ah but a waste of fine powder. Tsk tsk. Ocadarian: did thoust make a fortune from his squander? Theados: nay. Twas but a few shillings at most. My regret twas he booked poorly in his life. But that he�d invested wisely I would be heavy laden with coin. Come Ocadarian. Let us be off to celebrate his passing. Mayhaps his membership still awaits our tokens of appreciation. I shant waste a full purse if his ledger is not yet overdrawn. The Masked Writer � 2002 T Lovett |