the mimps, 6ACT FIVE Scene 1 Ultima Thule Kind of Sucks Ultima Thule. Ye Central Hamme comes bopping in from stage left, bouncing and splashing in its copious juices. Two Cheapies follow, one with a huge butterfly net. Ye Central Hamme: Spsh spsh spsh! X Cheapie: Bad ham! Other X Cheapie: Do not curse the ham! The Evil Fan-Doo, who died you know, has asked us to capture the ham. Therefore we have left behind our usual Cheapie path of ham-worship, and are chasing the ham, in the name of the Evil Fan-Doo (dies). Ye Central Hamme: Squush-shooop! Soft pink juicy lights dominate the stage and there is much liturgical music, accompanying the triumphal entrance of Steve, a lycanthrope bolus, fresh from California. Then, when a paper plate crescent moon patters up the backdrop, stops, and poots, Steve sprouts a sheaf of black, coarse hair. Steve, The Lycanthrope Bolus: ... It becomes apparent that Steve suffers from a gaping astrobleme. He struggles to speak. Steve, The Lycanthrope Bolus: Spxxxx. The Cheapies come downstairs and conspire, casting furtive glances and beets which are even more furtive at Steve. Other X Cheapie: I was dead, which is an old joke, but it seems to me that this Steve and the ham have some things in common. Perhaps this could work to our advantage. X Cheapie: Let's leave. exeunt omnes. FIN. |