Philby:
So yeah. Why was it that Happy Healthy Harold never met Mr Squiggle?
Narrator:
Do not talk to me! I am the Omnipresent, Overseeing Narrator! I tell the people what’s going on because we’re not cleaver enough to write a spoken story without it! I’m not a character
Philby:
Who said that?
Narrator:
What?
Philby:
Who SAID that?
Narrator:
Umm...
Philby:
Wow, I’m even answering myself
[Door sound - enter Ninjo]
Ninjo:
Watcha doing, Philby?
Philby:
Answering myself...without answers
Ninjo:
You know, I’d love to know what’s going on in your head.
Philby:
Yeah...
Ninjo:
In fact, I wonder if it comes out in your writings
Philby:
My what?
Ninjo:
You know...writing...what you allegedly do for a living...I’d definitely love to see what’s going on
Narrator:
And now it’s time for Philby’s cantos-in-progress
[This scene involves random noises and quotes in an orgasmatronic sort of way. This is inside the mind of Philby/what he’s been writing. Perhaps there can be a typewriter in the background]
Philby:
It’s gonna be a cracker
Ninjo:
I wonder if it’s your mind that’s getting in your way of expressing yourself.
Narrator:
Enter two chickens who actually own Ninjo and Philby’s apartment
Chicken one:
Mrap!
Chicken two:
Even if I am a chicken I must protest to this unlawful use of bad dialog. You know, in south Kazahkstan it is an offence punishable by the eating of a lemon
Philby:
You realise that the script is over dont you
Narrator:
And thus, the term POST SCRIPT was invented and there was nothing but joy throughout the kingdom with a thousand years of peace and meandering endings.
Alex (Snaykeemcgee)