CHORUS:
Into the bar walks Tennant, face gone low
His hair a wild, wiley beast indeed
And outer raiments tattered and undone;
Hands that shake, a chin all burly rough
Eyes as hollow holes that hardly see.
Enter GEOFFREY
GEOFFREY:
...okay. I can do this. I need a drink. (pause) And to be kept away from blunt objects.
CHORUS:To know the cause of
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