Thursday, March 10, 2011
Miss Prunella Vulgaris, The Duchess of Hammer-on-Dulcimer, esteemed member of the Peonage
Juan, The Earl of Valdez, less esteemed member of the Peonage
Bear, bait and loveable ursine scamp
Snowpocalypse, noted archfiend
Library, interior, nighttime. SNOWPOCALYPSE's Artificial Contraption of Contrapuntal Precipitation has trapped DUCHESS and EARL in a Doppler Spiral of Infernal Immobility.
EARL: What a gaff. I feel like I'm in a bad episode of Placeholder Place.
DUCHESS: But you repeat yourself.
EARL: 'tis another snow job, 'tis.
SNOWPOCALYPSE: I snow what you mean.
DUCHESS and EARL: Snowpocalypse! You hold a candle to the devil!
SNOWPOCALYPSE: I know you are. But what am I.
Snow continues to fall.
EARL: You won't get away with th -- hey!
DUCHESS: Are you two alright?
EARL: Where's the fucking stage manager? Fake snow, dumbass, fake! It's hot as fuck in here, this is gonna melt and now I smudged my makeup. Wardrobe!
SNOWPOCALYPSE: Erm, should I stay in character?
DUCHESS: Shhh! The audience can hear you!
SNOWPOCALYPSE: What audience?
DUCHESS: Good point. Anyway, to wrap this up, Bear stopped toking long enough to drive his super off-road dayglo horse-drawn carriage through the drifts to save the Peonage, keeping the world safe for the noble pursuit of book learning. Bravo.
SNOWPOCALYPSE: We're still getting paid, right?
DUCHESS rolls her eyes as SNOWPOCALYPSE shakes his fist towards the heavens in a combination of haughty hubris and ash-in-mouth defeat like all supervillains do after finding out there's no cold cut tray backstage.
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