Posted April 7, 2011
Meet the twins,
Arbiter: **checking watch** Hmmmm…
Arbiter: Ah, here they are –
Howell: Eh, don’t go getting your knickers in a twist then. We don’t do this every day; takes time to ready the firearm and such, y’know –
Smythe: Don’t let him get to you, Wessie old chap. They do it on purpose, to put you off your game –
Arbiter: Now that the principals are here, shall we begin, gentlemen? Assume the starting position –
Arbiter: At my command, commence pacing in your respective directions, until I tell you to turn and face one another –
Wessex: *thinking* He is my one and only brother, and twin… still, I cannot let him get away with making sport of me, so he must be taught a lesson –
Arbiter: Gentlemen, commence pacing!
Smythe: *thinking* What a noble bloke is Wessie; see how he carries himself so proud!
Howell: *thinking* We’ll nip over to that pub down the hill after this. Check out the new barmaid… heard she’s got a whoppin’ pair of melons…
Arbiter: Turn – and FIRE!
Smythe: Wessie – hang in there, old chap!
Arbiter: Seconds, check your men; I see we have both down –
Howell: Looks like my man here’s going to live; bullet missed him by a mile –
Smythe: Mine will as well, though he was touched, and some blood drawn –
Howell: Sorry, old man, but it is a duel after all; accidents happen –
Undertaker: I came as soon as I could – is anyone in need of a coffin here?
Arbiter: I’m sorry, but as you can see, we’ve had no fatalities this time, so your services are not required –
Undertaker: A pity! Very well, then **casts longing eye** Do forgive my eagerness to be of assistance; business has been so slow lately –
Uh-oh – I don’t think this house is big enough for the both of them!
With this Easter story we can’t seem to escape violence, though –