Fred,
Hawkqueen and Inoria grab Grenademan’s Cape.
GRENADEMAN
YOU DON’T TUG ON
GRENADEMAN’S CAPE. YOU DON’T SPIT IN THE EYE OF THE OLD LONE
RANGER AND YOU DON’T MESS AROUND WITH MY CAPE. EMPHASIS ON THE CAPE
PART. HINT, THAT’S MY CAPE.
Fred
So what are we supposed
to be doing here?
GRENADEMAN
MY CAPE PLEASE.
Inoria
Honestly…I have
absolutely no idea, but it makes about as much sense as everything
else that’s been going on.
GRENADEMAN
YOU ARE GETTING COOKIE
CRUMBS ON MY CAPE. WAIT, SORRY, THAT’S FROM DEAD GINGERBREAD MAN.
Inoria
grabs Grenademan’s cape. There is a large flash of light and they
all vanish.
EXT.
REVOLUTIONARY FRANCE - DAY
The
four appear inside a rowdy crowd in revolutionary France. A large
guillotine sits to one side. No one immediately pays attention to
them.
FRENCH PERSON #1
I hear they are up to
thirty seven today!
FRENCH PERSON #2
That’s nothing. Last
week they got rid of two hundred and fourteen.
FRENCH PERSON #1
Let’s get a good front
seat. Last time I could see the veins in his neck still pumping.
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