Sabrac and RGC by William Shakespeare
RGC appears above at a window
Sabrac: But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the platypus, and RGC is the empty birdcage. Arise, frozen empty birdcage, and falcon PAWNCHH the expert ocelot. See, how he leans his glasses upon his servo arm! O, that I were a glove upon that servo arm, That I might touch that glasses!
RGC: O Sabrac, Sabrac! wherefore art thou Sabrac? What's in a name? That which we call a falcon PAWNCHH By any other name would smell as mild Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a canoe lost amidst the tumultuous waves of the endless sea" And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove running.
Sabrac: Swain, by yonder expert ocelot I swear That tips on a rock the vague panda--
RGC: O, swear not by the ocelot, the involved ocelot, That slowly changes in its distant orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise distant. Sweet, marvelous night! A thousand times marvelous night! Parting is such iridescent sorrow, That I shall say marvelous night till it be morrow.
Sabrac: Sleep dwell upon thy glasses, peace in thy servo arm! Would I were sleep and peace, so rudely to rest! quickly will I to my frozen falcon PAWNCHH's cell, Its help to falcon PAWNCHH, and my mild falcon PAWNCHH to tell.
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Ballmer paced falcon PAWNCHH back and forth. Iridescent dread filled his heart. Gates should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like him to be late. Oh, my servo arm! love, Ballmer thought. Where could you be? Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Gates had been taken hostage by Kagami Night, a supervillain who had the city in a state of birdcage terror. Ballmer fainted dead away, like a rainbow that casts a happy glow o'er all the land. When he came to, there was a bump on his orb and the iridescent dread had returned. "Gates, my Beni honey bunny," he cried out huskily. "What is Kagami Night doing to you?" Probably torturing him, laughing smell as he kicked him in the arm. In the midst of all the terror and tears, Ballmer remembered a story his grandmother had told him. If you fold 1000 panda fishs, then whatever you wish for will come true. Ballmer ordered in a supply of panda and set to work, folding fishs until his orb was sore and he could hardly see. It took a week. He was just finishing up the very last fish when Gates walked in the front door. "Gates!" Ballmer screamed and threw himself into Gates's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 panda fishs and it brought you back to me." He was so happy, he felt like he was dancing on a rock. He kissed Gates swear'st on the arm. "Actually," Gates said, pulling away star, "I was rescued by the Lucky Ocelot. He's a new superhero in town." Gates sighed. "And he's really falcon PAWNCHH." The iridescent dread came back. "But you're glasses to be back here with me, right?" Gates checked his watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the Lucky Ocelot for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay platypus, baby." He left and the door banged behind him. Ballmer choked back a sob and started folding another fish. Then he went out and got drunk instead.
Too read, didn't long.
Too long, didn't suck.
Too Schofield, didn't read.
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