Scene 15: PM for you, Trey!

[SIR TREY and WINDSOR are walking along pinching each other on the skin just around the triceps.]

SIR TREY:
Well taken, WINDSOR!

WINDSOR:
Thank you, Bohunkus Nashvillius! Most kind.

SIR TREY:
And again! There you are! Good. Steady! And now, the big pinch! Uuh! Come on, WINDSOR!
[Alisa walks on with a missive for Sir Trey]

WINDSOR:
PM for you, Trey.
[Pinches Alisa on her way out, who knocks him flat on his back in retaliation. Sir Trey has been looking forward the entire time and hasn’t seen a thing.]

SIR TREY:
Oh, I never answer those.
[Keeps walking. Stops. Turns around to look for WINDSOR.]
WINDSOR! WINDSOR! Speak to me!

[Reads.] ‘To whoever finds this note: I have been imprisoned by my mentor, who wishes me to merge against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me. I am in the latest Gold Bond thread of the Man Board.’

At last! A call! A cry of distress! This could be the sign that leads us to the Holy Hymnal! Brave, brave WINDSOR, you shall not have died in vain!

WINDSOR:
[dazed] Uh, I’m– I’m not quite dead, sir.

SIR TREY:
Well, you shall not have been…mortally bruised in vain!

WINDSOR:
I– I– I think I c– I could pull through.

SIR TREY:
Oh, I see.

WINDSOR:
Actually, I think I’m all right to come with you, can you give me a hand up—

SIR TREY:
No, no, sweet WINDSOR! Stay here! I will send help as soon as I have accomplished a daring and heroic rescue in my own particular…
[sigh]

WINDSOR:
Idiom, sir?

SIR TREY:
Idiom!

WINDSOR:
No, I feel fine, actually.

SIR TREY:
Farewell, sweet WINDSOR!

WINDSOR:
I’ll, um– I’ll just stay here, then. Shall I? Yeah. That guy eats too much sugar.

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1 Response to Scene 15: PM for you, Trey!

  1. I needed this while waiting on hold with the second company today…

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