HEY, IS THIS THING ON? I KNOW THE ROOM’S REALLY BIG SO THE MICROPHONE SITUATION IS OF THE “UTMOST.” YOU CAN HEAR ME? THAT GUY CAN HEAR ME AT LEAST. HE’S NODDING HIS HEAD FOR SURE. ALRIGHT; WELL; WE’RE BACK AT THE CASTLE AGAIN. ONCE MORE, THE CASTLE, ITS MANY SHROUDS, YET TO BE UNDRESSED....

her divine majesty, that which drips of the heavens and is rightly proclaimed ruler, herself, --- the prince (hereaft- you get it): lately, i feel as though i,, i may not be... taking care of myself as much as i.... as much as i could be.

the other guy, the magician: that’s good that you’re noticing that. that’s good that we’re not wasting any unnecessary time on my experiential state when it comes to care or self.

THE PRINCE REVERBENATES GENERAL SOUNDS OF WAILING, DISSENT, AND MISMANAGED INTERNAL CHAOS. AS YOUR OMNISCIENT NARRATOR, I AM FORCED TO PRESUME SHE IS DISPLEASED.

magician: criminy. just like, good god, really.

THE PRINCE IS SNIVELLING.

prince: i sicken of your general tone, jester. it weakens my countenance’s pleasantry, to any who treasure the sweet taste of a lovely girl such as myself’s generous smiling.

THE PRINCE EYES HIM, IN AN EXPRESSION KNOWN ONLY AS “SUSPICIOUSLY” THOUGH SHE IS ACTUALLY COMMUNICATING SOMETHING ELSE.

magician: yeah, alright. i’ve just the thing.

THE MAGICIAN PRODUCES FROM INSIDE HIS INNER JACKET’S POCKETS’ INSIDES’ POSSESSION THAT OF WHICH IT BEHELD. NAMELY, THE THING WAS CALLED SOMETHING, KNOWN AS AN OBJECT WHICH USUALLY PEOPLE SAID WAS A BOTTLE OF STUFF THAT WAS IN THIS PARTICULAR CASE CONSIDERED PURPLE (IN COLOUR.) THIS WAS THE PART WHERE HE DRANK OF IT, NOT UN-GENEROUSLY, EVEN THOUGH IT HAD LIKE WEIRD LITTLE FEATHERS FLOATING IN IT, HE JUST CRUSHED THAT WHOLE FLASK. IT POOFED AWAY IN A LITTLE PUFF OF SMOKE TOO JUST FOR EFFECT PROBABLY.

magician: spake i too much forsoothly to your understandingen before, princeling?

prince: i know not that of which you speak; your erstwhile hocuses and pocuses have sadwise become utter mumboes and jumboes.

magician: hasn’t amusement bespoke your smalle tongue by my hand (and words?)
behold! my commandment of this which you call “communicado” has become nonpareil! my wits charm even the stone inside myself!

prince: his condition is worsening by the cubit. quicken! hasten! away! to the garden!!

OH. YEAH. YEAH, NO, I GOT IT. i can, sure-- I MEAN I CAN, THAT’S NOT A PROBLEM, I CAN PUT THE CAMERA OVER THERE. YOU SAID THE GARDEN? UM, IT’S GOT FLOWERS-GRASS AND THERE’S A GENERAL AIR OF PROBABLY MYSTERY............

prince: thissuch, a return to nature, for you, the idea once bade holden, beholden, and now, yes, even now, here we are. is this doing anything for you? can you heal up just a bit, now? i miss my old caster.

magician: DISENFRANCHISED, ARE WE? PERTURBED? demarcations of tawdry bunkum desiderata! my besmirched neophyte, you, my moxified disparaging pennon, bearing the likes of sorceries heretofore apocryphal. do you know now that which you now garner?

prince: please, precious, precious and quiet.

SHE INSTRUCTS HIM, WORDLESSLY, TO LIE UPON THE GRASS, AND TAKES HER PLACE AT HIS SIDE. AN ARM, WORDLESSLY, IS PLACED FROM HER SHOULDER OVER HIS CHEST. THEIR BREATH FALLS AND RISES AT ITS FAMILIAR, PRACTICED SAME PACE. IT SLOWS. SHE PLACES, UPON HIS NECK, GENTLE AS A CLOTHIER, SHE PLACES, BELOW HIS LEFT EAR, THE LIGHTEST OF KISSES.

prince: please, as we used to.. speak to me..

prince: please....

WORDS, HUH? THEY SURE CAN HAVE A GREAT MANY EFFECTS! SOMETIMES THEY BRING US TOGETHER, SOMETIMES THEY PULL US APART! UNFORTUNATELY FOLKS, THAT’S ALL THE TIME WE HAVE TODAY. YOU’RE JUST GOING TO HAVE TO RETURN TO THE THEATER NEXT TIME. I’M VIRTUALLY CERTAIN THAT SOMETHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN WITH THESE TWO! I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT I’M ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT!