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} Scene: The Oracles Throne Room
} ------------------------------
}
} Oracle : Zadoc! Hoi, Zadoc! Oh damn, he's not here any more, is he?
} Darkmage! DARKMAGE!
}
} Darkmage: You shouted, O Really Clever One?
}
} Oracle : Somehow it's just not the same. *sigh* Fetch me the
} Shakespeare, would you?
}
} Darkmage: Err... The _Shakespeare_?
}
} Oracle : Yes. I'm going to write a rib-tickling parody of the balcony
} scene from Romeo and Juliet, with dryly witty barbs at MS
} Windows.
}
} Darkmage: The _Big_ Shakespeare?
}
} Oracle : Yes!
}
} Darkmage: The Big, Complete Shakespeare?
}
} Oracle : YES!
}
} Darkmage: Ahh, mmm, well you see, I... That is to say we... We being
} the priesthood... All of us together at the same time and not
} any one individual... You see, there was this incident...
} more of an accident, really... a freak occurrence, million to
} one chance... We were in the Library... all of us, it should
} be made clear, and not anybody on their own, and -
}
} Oracle : Cut to the chase, Darkmage. Now.
}
} Darkmage: Custard, sir.
}
} Oracle : Custard?
}
} Darkmage: Lots of it.
}
} Oracle : How much, exactly?
}
} Darkmage: Mmmm... well, potentially an infinite amount, Your
} Mercifulness. You see, _someone_ was over by the spellbooks
} and felt hungry, and _somebody else_ jogged their arm at an
} important moment, not because anyone was playing tag in the
} Library or anything, they were just walking past, and -
}
} Oracle : Alright! How long have we got?
}
} Darkmage: About twenty minutes, sir. If the Library doorseals hold.
}
} Oracle : And when exactly were you planning on telling me about this
} little... problem?
}
} Darkmage: In about fifteen minutes, O Benevolent and Forgiving Master.
}
} Oracle : Terror seems to bring out the groveller in you, Darkmage. I
} must remember that. Right! I'll need a dried, six-armed
} starfish; a silver pentagram; a piece of grass from Sunken
} R'lyeh where Great Cthulhu sleeps and dreams of... well, of
} Chip'n'Dale actually, but that's not relevant; the blood of a
} Lummox; and my Incantating Hat.
}
} Darkmage: W-w-where can I find such things, O Terrible and Mysterious
} One?
}
} Oracle : Check the study. It should all be filed under,
} "Miscellaneous", except for the hat which is on the hook on
} the back of the door.
}
} Darkmage: At once, Your Most Puissant One! <scuttles off>
}
} Oracle : I'm dreadfully sorry, Supplicant, but we're experiencing...
} ah... a few small technical difficulties. Normal service will
} be resumed as soon as poss-
}
} <The Oracle disappears under a thundering torrent of bright yellow
} ooze, then reappears, dangling from the chandelier as custard roars
} past beneath>
}
} Oracle: Aaak! DARKMAGE!!!
}
} <Curtain - Fade to black...>
}
} You owe the Oracle a Chief Priest to keep these stooges in line.
} Zadoc, Zadoc, wherefore art thou, Zadoc?
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