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Boxing Day Bonus Shots -Part 8 (apparently)
Hamlet: To be or not to be, that is the question…
Curtis: Hi Hamlet.
Hamlet: S’wounds! What manner of man art thou? So curiously clad and so jaundiced of expression?
Curtis: I have no idea what I’m doing here. There is apparently a part 8 that I didn’t plan for, so I just want to figure out what’s going on. I have no idea why I’m dressed like Lex Luthor, but, hey you of all people should appreciate my 'inky cloak'.
Hamlet: Is your mother, hastily after the death of your father, sleeping with your uncle too?
Curtis: No! My father is alive! And my Uncle lives in Colorado. What the heck is going on?
Hamlet: Thy yellow countenance concerneth me still…
Curtis: I guess it is because I am not a licensed character.
Hamlet: Thou speakest nonsense. Get thee to a nunnery.
Curtis: Dost thou… er… Do you even know who I am?
Hamlet: Pray you good sir, I do not. Art thou one of the players Polonius spoke of?
Curtis: No… I’m the Master Builder.
Hamlet: By my faith, I know of no constructions at Elsinor.
Curtis: (aside) It’s like I am stuck in the Reasonably Clever Universe. Dammit Doyle, I though you quit several years ago. (To Hamlet). No, you melancholy Dane, I am the Master Builder. I AM ‘The-Man-Upstairs’!
Hamlet: By my troth! I thought thou wouldst inhabit a larger and more corporeal frame.
Curtis: I don’t get it either. What do you want? I need to clean up the LEGO mess after presenting ‘A Christmas Carol'.
Hamlet: ‘Tis upon that matter I wish to speak. Thou hast the power of storytelling… So, the other day Ophelia and I were talking and thought, what the hey-nonny-nonny, give us a try.
Curtis: I bided my time and dithered for nearly 15 years before I made my ‘A Christmas Carol’.
Hamlet: Who of more suited temperament couldst be found for the telling of my tale?
Curtis: We’ll discuss this off-stage. End Scene.
(A pause)
Curtis: Might I remind you that I AM ‘The-Man-Upstairs’?
END SCENE. (the end)
Boxing Day Bonus Shots -Part 8 (apparently)
Hamlet: To be or not to be, that is the question…
Curtis: Hi Hamlet.
Hamlet: S’wounds! What manner of man art thou? So curiously clad and so jaundiced of expression?
Curtis: I have no idea what I’m doing here. There is apparently a part 8 that I didn’t plan for, so I just want to figure out what’s going on. I have no idea why I’m dressed like Lex Luthor, but, hey you of all people should appreciate my 'inky cloak'.
Hamlet: Is your mother, hastily after the death of your father, sleeping with your uncle too?
Curtis: No! My father is alive! And my Uncle lives in Colorado. What the heck is going on?
Hamlet: Thy yellow countenance concerneth me still…
Curtis: I guess it is because I am not a licensed character.
Hamlet: Thou speakest nonsense. Get thee to a nunnery.
Curtis: Dost thou… er… Do you even know who I am?
Hamlet: Pray you good sir, I do not. Art thou one of the players Polonius spoke of?
Curtis: No… I’m the Master Builder.
Hamlet: By my faith, I know of no constructions at Elsinor.
Curtis: (aside) It’s like I am stuck in the Reasonably Clever Universe. Dammit Doyle, I though you quit several years ago. (To Hamlet). No, you melancholy Dane, I am the Master Builder. I AM ‘The-Man-Upstairs’!
Hamlet: By my troth! I thought thou wouldst inhabit a larger and more corporeal frame.
Curtis: I don’t get it either. What do you want? I need to clean up the LEGO mess after presenting ‘A Christmas Carol'.
Hamlet: ‘Tis upon that matter I wish to speak. Thou hast the power of storytelling… So, the other day Ophelia and I were talking and thought, what the hey-nonny-nonny, give us a try.
Curtis: I bided my time and dithered for nearly 15 years before I made my ‘A Christmas Carol’.
Hamlet: Who of more suited temperament couldst be found for the telling of my tale?
Curtis: We’ll discuss this off-stage. End Scene.
(A pause)
Curtis: Might I remind you that I AM ‘The-Man-Upstairs’?
END SCENE. (the end)