PART 3: Trechery and Destruction
[Enter Tracer in an armor shop, with a large smith behind the counter and Dirk browsing]
SMITH: Good day, what would you like?
TRACER: I like swords, yo!
SMITH: I�m sorry, you�ll have to go next door for them. Anything else?
TRACER: I�m gonna be a Light Warrior, me and my good buddy Spek.
DIRK: Light Warriors, eh? You�ll need a clever leader for the group. Tell ya what kid, I�ll give you this shiny new coin if you�ll make me your leader.
TRACER: Ooh, shineys! Deal, leader-dude! I like swords!
DIRK: And I like knives. What�s your point?
TRACER: I like swords, and they have points on the sharp-end.
[Enter Jack, the Black Belt]
DIRK: Now if you�ll just sign this unofficial document that nominates me as your leader and gives me dibs on any gold or treasures we find along the way, plus giving me full credit for any kills in battle and full rewards for saving the world and Princess Sara.
JACK: Halt, foul fiend! Prepare to feel the wrath of my martial arts punch! Hiya!
[Jack punches Dirk, who slumps to the ground]
DIRK: O, I am slain! [Dies]
TRACER: You killed our leader, jerk face!
JACK: What? He was simply manipulating you into his own schemish plans to increase his own personal wealth. He didn�t want to save the world, he wanted to get rich by following some morons who would be tricked by his plot. He probably would have stood on the back lines and never lifted a finger to aid you.
TRACER: Huh?
JACK: He would have used you as a mere pawn in his quest for personal wealth, taking all the swords and armor for himself and selling them for a profit.
TRACER: Ooh, I like swords!
JACK: And he would have taken the swords.
TRACER: I won�t let you take my swords!
JACK: I don�t want your swords.
TRACER: Liar! Die sword-taking dude! [Runs sword through Jack]
JACK: Arg, I have perished! [Dies]
TRACER: Now onto yon weapon shop!
[Exeunt]