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SCENE 13 fate slaps her fist down on the cheap rostrum. fate: "Listen up, everyone. The court is prepared to tolerate a certain amount of lying." Monkey-General drops down from the brain and stands at attention. Ishmael thinks we should give fate a rest. fate: "It's inevitable. Goes with the territory. Natural as breathing. Normal. Wouldn't be justice without some lies." bystander [to howweird]: "Good... now let's communicate telepathically." fate: "But this crass unmitigated story-telling is something else. Fiction is disgusting and has no place in a court of law." Monkey-General bends down and puts the red shoes on. Ishmael is jealous of Monkey-General. He eyes the shoes. fate: "So as of now, I quit." Monkey-General taps a little jig, tappity tap. fate: "You're on your own." Ishmael looks at fate, who rips off her robe and stalks from the room. Ishmael looks around the court. Monkey-General: "Let's get karma in here... who needs fate?" Ishmael nods and smiles: "Yeah." Monkey-General strikes a match on her red shoes. bystander looks around the court. Ishmael: "Or maybe we could get Yul Brynner?" bystander lights up his own cubanCigar and exhales: "Ahhhhhh." Smoke fills the room. Ishmael: "It's fate." bystander . o O (damn) fate always finds her way back. bystander walks away feeling unhappy. Ishmael follows him. Monkey-General cuts the brains down for a future project and stuffs them in her pockets. CURTAIN DOWN
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