Kennel District Act I, Scene II: The Ballad Of A Funny Brother.. 40% done

Act I, Scene II, Part I: Emails (i)


Enter:
playerprince, falstaff.

Stage:
Private message on the Kennel District forum
Sent from falstaff to playerprince


falstaff Sent: Nov 17, 2024 10:00 AM

Pawn
A TRUE COUNTERFEIT
(DO NOT APPROACH)

Joined: July 21, 2024
Location: Penn
Posts: 5555
Now, Nick, what time of day is it, lad?
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Yes, like the Shakespeare character. What are YOU looking at?
playerprince Sent: Nov 17, 2024 10:05 AM

Pawn FUNNY BROTHERS FOREVER
Joined: July 20, 2024
Location: yo mama's house ;)
Posts: 595
So fat-witted I'm pacing around my room. Might even peek outside my window in the surly aftermath of summer and see you sleeping on a bench outside. If I told you the time of day it'd be a waste of my own.
falstaff Sent: Nov 17, 2024 10:15 AM

Pawn
A TRUE COUNTERFEIT
(DO NOT APPROACH)

Joined: July 21, 2024
Location: Penn
Posts: 5555
As a man of good government myself under the Kennel District, I'd expect when you start moderation after Finch leaves for that cushy job in Maine that you'd finally see that you and I are both squires of the night's body.. even against this pallid sun.
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Yes, like the Shakespeare character. What are YOU looking at?
playerprince Sent: Nov 17, 2024 10:20 AM

Pawn FUNNY BROTHERS FOREVER
Joined: July 20, 2024
Location: yo mama's house ;)
Posts: 595
I guess you say it well. My fortune seems to ebb and flow, as the passing of the moon. Really, I can prove it: think of resolutely stealing a vinyl record, only to play it and realise it’s too scratched to run. Lay by. Bring it in.
falstaff Sent: Nov 17, 2024 10:20 AM

Pawn
A TRUE COUNTERFEIT
(DO NOT APPROACH)

Joined: July 21, 2024
Location: Penn
Posts: 5555
By the Lord, you're right, lad..
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Yes, like the Shakespeare character. What are YOU looking at?

playerprince does not respond within a timely manner, and falstaff exits.


Act I, Scene II, Part II: Notes (i)


Enter:
playerprince.

Stage:
Word document on the computer of Nick Tucker.


"Lay by. Bring it in." there's an unyoked idleness to this i'm wearing like a costume. foul and ugly. i don't know if my brother will see the reformation. glittering, like a punter, or a gas station off the highways of pittsburgh. nothing pleases me anymore but rare accidents.