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 Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 3:44 pm
::enters the Bistro after an afternoon at home::
You're getting old, Snow.
::stretches and yawns::
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 5:22 pm
*walks into the Bistro*
I'm going to FIND that Dread Pirate Roberts. I just need to figure out where he's hiding himself.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 5:41 pm
*watches from the rafters*
ninja
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 5:44 pm
He's probably hiding from me because he knows someone will want revenge on him for killing poor Westley!
scream
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 5:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 5:53 pm
*rolls his eyes and mutters under his breath*
Which is why you're now engaged to Prince Humperdinck.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 5:53 pm
*looks at Kent*
You.. over there..
Have YOU seen the Dread Pirate Roberts?
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 6:02 pm
Ms Clarice Ferguson *looks at Kent* You.. over there.. Have YOU seen the Dread Pirate Roberts? Roberts? No cant say that i have ((one of my favorite movies by the way!))
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 6:10 pm
*A dark shadow looms just outside the bistro door.*
A word, my lady?
*Outside, three men are standing close together in the path. The three men are not your everyday commuter types. Standing in front is a tiny man with the most angelic face. He is Sicilian and his name is VIZZINI. Beside him is a Spaniard, erect and taut as a blade ofsteel. His name is INIGO MONTOYA. Beside him is a giant. His name is FEZZIK.
VIZZINI*
We are but poor, lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby?
There is nothing nearby; not for miles.
Then there will be no one to hear you scream-
*He nods to the giant, Fezzik, who merely reaches over, touches a nerve on Buttercup's neck, and the start of a scream is all she manages -- unconsciousness comes that fast. As she starts to fall --The giant Fezzik carries Buttercup, unconscious, away from the Bistro and towards the remains of Lantern's*
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 6:17 pm
*drops from the rafters*
Well...no one could have predicted that.
*leaves*
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 6:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 7:54 pm
*Vizzini re-enters carrying Buttercup*
* Vizzini sets her down and starts munching on an apple, holding the knife to Buttercup's throat. She is blindfolded.*
A PICNIC SPREAD is laid out. A tablecloth, two goblets and between them, a small leather wine container. And some cheese and a couple of apples.
The Man In Black comes running around the path, sees Vizzini, slows. The two men study each other. Then --*
So, it is down to you. And it is down to me.
*The Man In Black nods and comes nearer --*
If you wish her dead, by all means keep moving forward.
*And he pushes his long knife harder against Buttercup's unprotected throat.*
Let me explain-
-- there's nothing to explain. You're trying to kidnap what I've rightfully stolen.
Perhaps an arrangement can be reached.
There will be no arrangement --
-- and you're killing her!
*as Vizzini jabs with his long knife. Buttercup gasps against the pain.*
*The Man in Black Stops fast*
But if there can be no arrangement, then we are at an impasse.
I'm afraid so -- I can't compete with you physically. And you're no match for my brains.
You're that smart?
Let me put it this way: have you ever heard of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates?
Yes.
Morons.
Really? In that case, I challenge you to a battle of wits.
For the Princess?
*The Man In Black nods.*
To the death?
I accept.
Good. Then pour the wine
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 7:57 pm
*poisons the wine and listens to Vizzini prattle on and then watches as he keels over*
Come along, Princess.
*takes off Buttercup's blindfold*
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 7:59 pm
I'll can get anything for you, if you release me. If you want a ransom, you'll get it. Promise
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 8:02 pm
No thanks...move along now, Princess.
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