the mimps, 5ACT FOUR Scene 1: L. Mimp: (her busts reflaked): Do I eat, wed? A Cheapie: That galaxy clots space. I want beer. Let my Cheapies go! He talcs a finely-grained bust of Wotan with ear salt and pine-nuts. The bust retreats into the wings and explodes. Scene 2 Deduction of M. Mimp that his spine is wrapped around a cylinder of night much like a bony barberpole. He waxes. M. Mimp: (his dusts redounded): Do I smell, shred? B Cheapie: There is a Jack-O-Lantern in the toe of my right sock! She plaits a huge beret for the trilith that would have taken the place of mighty Thor, then dances, beeping. Scene 3 T. Mimp: (its gusts redressed): Do I hear Ed? Content is declared brilliant and more, unimprovable at this point by a rayed visionary irising porthole of Frigg, who erupts cantilevered out of the flyspace. T. Mimp: (transgressing the pronunciation of perfection): Where is C Cheapie? And how come we never went to Ultima Thule? |