*with such great poise and voice, clears his throat, letting the atmosphere weigh a bit before finally reading the giant huge block of text of his script with great emotion and using the proper inflections blah blah blah etc. etc.*
Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was good upon `Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to.
*great pause for emphasis*
Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.
*and he continued to say the giant ass long block of text.*
*Time Paradoxes aside, Duster moves out on stage, stumbling a little as his legs don't want to work right from momentary stage fright. His Rope Snake is wrapped around his neck, quite curious to watch what's going on or maybe he just wants to be the center of attention. Duster laughs and speaks cheerfully*
*Rope Snake lifts its head and looks around but Duster quickly bops the creature on the head to get it to lay flat like a scarf again.*
Do it again and you're going back in my pocket...
*He quickly clears his throat and furrows his brow; tilting his head as he gives Raven a pleading look; not sure if that line Raven did was in the script or not -- oh well!*
...Now what was I suppose to say...ah crap. *IMPROVISING!*
Bah, this world is bunch of fools! People spending all their money left and right without a second thought! Buying this and that, not conserving when they should. It's all about the spending, this blasted holiday is. Money doesn't grow on trees you know!
*kind of getting into it*
And then it's another reminder of another year gone by and you're another year older. Bah, and it's cold! Who the hell can be cheery when it's freezing!
*reeeally doesn't think those were the lines but hey it's...in character? he thinks. whatever >_>*
*Uh-oh, long line here! Duster had a bit of trouble memorizing all this...*
There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say, Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round -- apart from the... VEGETATED?? due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that -- as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one CONSONANT?? to open their-- uh...
*clears his throat*
STRAIGHT TRIPPING?? hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God-- *Duster twitches as if about to sneeze, managing to stifle it* bless me -- IT!
Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was good upon `Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to.
*great pause for emphasis*
Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.
*and he continued to say the giant ass long block of text.*
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A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!
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Bah, humbug.
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Christmas a humbug, uncle! You don't mean that... I am sure?!
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I do! What right do you have to be merry? What reason do you have to be merry. You're poor enough.
*thinks he skipped a part but oh well*
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Come, then! What right have you to be dismal? What reason have you to be morose? You're rich enough.
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Bah, humbug!
*now for the weird line that was in his script*
Don't touch me with yer filthy, stinkin' poor hands.
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Do it again and you're going back in my pocket...
*He quickly clears his throat and furrows his brow; tilting his head as he gives Raven a pleading look; not sure if that line Raven did was in the script or not -- oh well!*
Don't be cross, uncle!
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...Now what was I suppose to say...ah crap. *IMPROVISING!*
Bah, this world is bunch of fools! People spending all their money left and right without a second thought! Buying this and that, not conserving when they should. It's all about the spending, this blasted holiday is. Money doesn't grow on trees you know!
*kind of getting into it*
And then it's another reminder of another year gone by and you're another year older. Bah, and it's cold! Who the hell can be cheery when it's freezing!
*reeeally doesn't think those were the lines but hey it's...in character? he thinks. whatever >_>*
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There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say, Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round -- apart from the... VEGETATED?? due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that -- as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one CONSONANT?? to open their-- uh...
*clears his throat*
STRAIGHT TRIPPING?? hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God-- *Duster twitches as if about to sneeze, managing to stifle it* bless me -- IT!
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Uh, I don't think those were right...
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