Tuesday

88

12.5.06

JUSTIS
You don’t stand a chance, darling.

COLUMBA (blind)
Come over here and fight like a man!

JUSTIS
I am over here….now I’m over here!

COLUMBA (blind and swinging)

JUSTIS
Watch where you point that thing, you might poke an eye out!

COLUMBA (blind)
When I’m done with you, they’ll find your body in a trash compactor smashed to a million pieces! Stand still!

JUSTIS
Aww, don’t you want to offer me a truce first?

COLUMBA (blind)
I’ll bury you alive!

JUSTIS
See, I don’t foresee that in the visible future…

COLUMBA (blind and swinging)

JUSTIS
Ok, ok. Seriously. This game is getting old.

COLUMBA (blind)
Giving up so soon, savage sinner? Running out of room?

JUSTIS
No, but aren’t you getting tired of this?

COLUMBA (terrible)
NEVER!

COLUMBA (blind and swinging)

JUSTIS (hit)

COLUMBA (blind)
A hit!

HA! You said I would never win!
But I got you, yes I certainly did!

I win!

Hear that?

…hello?


Are you still there or did you run away in fear?

COLUMBA (sighted)
Oh lord what have I done?

COLUMBA (blind again, standing triumphantly)
Is there any question of my divinity?

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