Upon the lot of parking, before the Trojan Court of Basketball.
Gentleman the First:
"I daresay, sirrah, you did strike my wrist as I went for to lay the ball into the goal hoop. That constitutes a foul and I demand satisfaction!"
Gentleman the Second:
"My dear sir, this is a mere game of pick up amongst friends. If you are incapable of letting this go, then I bite my thumb at you, sir!"
Gentleman the First:
"Do you indeed?! Have at you!"
Gentleman the First presently draws his sword.
Gentleman the Second:
"My God! Art thou touched, man? T'is Troy, Michigan in 2010! Whyfor carry you a sword?"
Gentleman the First:
"So that I might swifty dispatch with those who dare wrong me as I make basket!"
Gentleman the Second:
"Someone, swiftly, alert the authorities anon!"
Gentleman the First:
"En guard, you knave!"
1 comment:
Would like to see more of this style of dialogue from you! T'is most amusing...
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