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UROLOGISTS: (all
gasp simultaneously) BOY: What is it? UROLOGISTS: Shhhh! ALL BUT HEAD UR.: What is it? HEAD UR.: It is our arch-nemesis. Our adversary. UR. #4: Watch your backside! BOY: What is it? Who are they? HEAD UR.: Scatologists, my boy. They are our mortal enemas. BOY: Enemies? HEAD UR.: Ja, that too. UR. #1: Here they come! A rear attack! |
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A loud roar
starts up from the UROLOGISTS, under which the HEAD UROLOGIST can be heard to shout:
"Get ze stool! Get ze stool!" SFX: Battle sounds, screams as the UROLOGISTS kill one of the other party...
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SFX: Battle continues; we begin to hear familiar voices... |
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HEAD UR.: Urologists! Get the stool! |
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THOM:
I’m sorry. I—I apologize on behalf of this entire production. I can’t
believe we’ve sunk this low, making jokes about bodily functions— DIRK: Hey—look, it’s a real stool. It’s the stool of command. He who holds the stool at the end of the battle wins! THOM: Okay, that gets us off the hook. |
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SFX: A loud crash brings the battle noises back... |
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