Previous – Book1 Page210 – Next
A geriatric, three legged tortoise with a Zimmer frame would have been faster.
It’s already late afternoon, and they have had nothing all day.
Except for two cups of revolting cold tea! And they were expensive!
FULLYCHARGED
(Whispering.)
I’m hungry.
HAYLEY
(Whispering.)
You can’t be hungry! You’ve got a time machine!
FULLYCHARGED
(Reaching for HAYLEY’s lollipop, and whispering.)
I’ve finished mine.
HAYLEY
(Pushing his hand away, and whispering.)
You idiot, you’re supposed to suck it for fifteen minutes, not crunch it all up and eat it straight away!
SCENE 7
(The Market Square in Lancaster, and the island of Lancer Rodney have become one and the same for the purpose of some audience participation.)
BENET
(Selecting a sympathetic face from the crowd, somebody half familiar from a previous visit.)
I need some help from a grown up. You sir! What’s your name?
Previous – Book1 Page210 – Next