[a knock at the drawing
room door. Sir John walks
in.]
Sir
John: Poop stains make me rain on fluorescent
daffodils!
Sir Elsel:
Go fart in your mouth you Drano chugging skin
maid!
Sir
John: After the torch is lit you can suck on
my pig testicles.
Sir
Elsel: Then run away and throw pennies to the
fascists?
Sir John:
Only if the pennies spark into the light of
the sun chips eyes.
Sir
Elsel: And so they shall, but not as brightly
as they light up my asshole on new years eve.
[laughter]
What brings you hear tonight sir
john?
Sir John:
I’ll tell you what brings me here
tonight. I have a quart of scotch rotting away at the inner lining of my
intestines, my farts smell like diarrhea and I can’t figure out if the sun
is gonna stay or if it’s gonna stay
gray.
Sir
Elsel: Yes, I noticed this. care for a
drink?
Sir
John: Yes, I think I would.
[Sir Elsel fetches Sir John
a drink]
Sir Elsel:
I say old chap, fancy going out for a
well-prepared meal?
Sir
John: This is a strong
possibility.
Sir
Elsel: Is our young friend Lady Stephanie
shackled to her work duties this
evening?
Sir
John: Yes, she has been selected to labor for
additional hours today. From 2 in the pm to 11:15 in the
pm.
Sir
Elsel: That most greatly sucks the cock of the
spider swallow
Sir
John:[chuckles]
You used the term swallow, my
friend
Sir
Elsel: I select many such terms to shit out of
my mouth, my well spoken
friend
Sir
John: Yes, that you
do.
Sir
Elsel: Alas, I can think of no others who may
be famished and require a well-prepared meal this evening.
Sir
John: Perhaps i can send an inquiry to Sir
Bryan
Sir
Elsel: Jolly good selection my friend, for I
haven’t stroked Sir Bryan’s words in a great
while
Sir
John: What kind of cuisine should we partake
in tonight?
Sir
Elsel: I’m game for anything my
friend.
Sir
John: How does seafood
sound?
Sir
Elsel: I prefer landfood, but seafood can
adequately fill my stomach.
Sir
John: Good, I don’t care much for
seafood anyhow.
Sir Elsel:
I see. Why don’t you call sir bryan and
ask him to join us?
[Sir
John phones Sir Bryan]
Sir
John: Sir Bryan! How are thee. Listen old boy,
Sir Elsel and I were wondering if you’d like to join us for a
well-prepared meal tonight. Preferably
landfood.
Sir
John: I
see...
Sir John to Sir Elsel:
He’s going to Sir Luckies in
Worchester.
Sir
Elsel: Oh, so he’s having cock for diner
then.
[Sir John
chuckles]
Sir
Elsel: Let me speak to
him.
[Sir John hands the
phone to Sir Elsel]
Sir
Elsel: Hello Sir Bryan... Sir Elsel speaking.
Sir John tells me your having cock for dinner
tonight?
Sir
Elsel: Yes, I know you love cock. We all love
something don’t we?
Sir
Elsel: Yes, it is a shame, and we shall try to
enjoy ourselves without your company. However, we
must set aside a time in the near future so
we can engage in a little cock fighting of our own... for it has
been such a long time since I have sucked the
juice from your stem.
Sir
Elsel: Farewell Sir Bryan, enjoy your
evening.
[Sir Elsel hangs
the phone up]
Sir
John: Well, shall
we?
Sir
Elsel: I suppose we shall... after
you.
[Sir Elsel and Sir John
put their drinks down and grab their coats and walk out the
door]