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In a greater attempt to spread my genius better promote some interest-worthy activities, I've decided to declare that A PLAY is in order. Yes, you heard me.
A PLAY.
Here's a basic script for you all to go on. Of course, my choice of performers for this round has to be Brat and Flaily One. Put on a good performance for us all now. ♥
Syaoran and Watanuki
by William Shakespeare
Enter Syaoran
Watanuki appears above at a window
Syaoran:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the broom, and Watanuki is the wombat.
Arise, crazy wombat, and smack the excited rock.
See, how he leans his nose upon his knee!
O, that I were a glove upon that knee,
That I might touch that nose!
Watanuki:
O Syaoran, Syaoran! wherefore art thou Syaoran?
What's in a name? That which we call a hair
By any other name would smell as gay
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a virgin (touched for the very first time)"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove ridiculous.
Syaoran:
Swain, by yonder excited rock I swear
That tips on top of Yuuko's shop the glistening security blanket--
Watanuki:
O, swear not by the rock, the dull rock,
That gaily changes in its fluffy orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise fluffy.
Sweet, flamboyant night! A thousand times flamboyant night!
Parting is such sparkly sorrow,
That I shall say flamboyant night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Syaoran:
Sleep dwell upon thy nose, peace in thy knee!
Would I were sleep and peace, so blankly to rest!
roughly will I to my crazy hair's cell,
Its help to smack, and my gay hair to tell.
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Don't worry. More plotlines are abound as well. ♥
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A PLAY.
Here's a basic script for you all to go on. Of course, my choice of performers for this round has to be Brat and Flaily One. Put on a good performance for us all now. ♥
Syaoran and Watanuki
by William Shakespeare
Enter Syaoran
Watanuki appears above at a window
Syaoran:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the broom, and Watanuki is the wombat.
Arise, crazy wombat, and smack the excited rock.
See, how he leans his nose upon his knee!
O, that I were a glove upon that knee,
That I might touch that nose!
Watanuki:
O Syaoran, Syaoran! wherefore art thou Syaoran?
What's in a name? That which we call a hair
By any other name would smell as gay
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a virgin (touched for the very first time)"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove ridiculous.
Syaoran:
Swain, by yonder excited rock I swear
That tips on top of Yuuko's shop the glistening security blanket--
Watanuki:
O, swear not by the rock, the dull rock,
That gaily changes in its fluffy orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise fluffy.
Sweet, flamboyant night! A thousand times flamboyant night!
Parting is such sparkly sorrow,
That I shall say flamboyant night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Syaoran:
Sleep dwell upon thy nose, peace in thy knee!
Would I were sleep and peace, so blankly to rest!
roughly will I to my crazy hair's cell,
Its help to smack, and my gay hair to tell.
---
Don't worry. More plotlines are abound as well. ♥
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