Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The treasure of her honour. No more. To what end?

London.  The GLOBE theatre.
(Enter IACHIMO and POSTHUMUS)

Iachimo: Sup?
Posthumus: What? You? I hate you.
Iachimo: Yeah. Bet I can bang your old lady.
Posthumus: What? No.
Iachimo: Totally! And if I win, let’s be friends.
Posthumus: Yeah, okay. But if you lose, I’ll kill you.


LATER
Iachimo: Sup?
Posthumus: What? You?
Iachimo: Yeah. I totally banged your old lady.
Posthumus: What? No.
...Iachimo: Totally! The beast with two backs, you know?
Posthumus: Seriously?
Iachimo: Yep! 
(Shows “proof”)
Posthumus: Crap. Here’s your money.
Iachimo: Yep! Now we can be friends!
Posthumus: Yeah. I guess. Well, I suppose I’ll have her murdered then.
(Exit IACHIMO)
Posthumus: (To audience) Man. Bitches, am I right?
Audience: WTF?

1 comment:

  1. Familiar to folks who follow me on Facebook. This is a little fun thing while I find the time for more substantial stuff.

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