Re: literary character deathmatch
Posted by:
poetscientistdrinker (---.cache.pol.co.uk)
Date: January 30, 2003 10:38PM
<HTML>"Welcome to another busy night here at the Fictional Celebrity Death Match Arena, with your hosts - Dr 'Spock' Watson and Sherlock 'Barrat' Holmes"
"Welcome all of you - and we've got a packed indexing card today, headlined by the grudge match between The Librarian and the The UAofW cat! Tell me, Sherlock, what do you think of the lovely citrus bushes decorating the arena?"
"Well, that's a lemon tree, Watson. And so are the rest."
"Thankyou Mr Holmes, we'll allow you to go back to your, er, 'medicinal' preparations, and hope that there's no graphic violins."
"Dr Watson, should that not be 'violence'?"
"With you about Holmes, I know what I'm writing. Now, let's go to our pundits - Sir Geoffrey 'Household' Chaucer and Squire 'Spaghetti' Western. Geoff - how do you rate the librarian?"
"Foresooth. If he be an kinge of the swingers, an jongle VIP, then hir will reachen the top, eke have to stop, and thaten wot bothring me.'
"And can the cat stop him?"
"An greet tricky cat can he be, but pussy was ever caught in my tayles."
"Squire. Can the UAofW cat do it?"
"A pox ont all han't said against un. Straight up the middle, watch undt for the sweepers on the left, and unt'll hav early doors. Sick as a parrot? Unt'll scream like a pig, fig or whig."
"And in English?"
"Can't unt understand Ronglish? A pox oon you!"
"Er, right. And now to the action - with Stewart Hal (Prince of Wales)..."
"Ha, ha, haha, hahahaha, ha ha! Die all! Die Merrily! It's a good plot, dear friends! Ha haha ha. And here's the referee - the Dormouse. I have feeling he could be a real teapot dictator. And now the announcer takes the stage - and it's 'Everything is Marvellous' Marvin!"
"In the red corner, as if anybody could be bothered to listen to me anyway, it's the Ape with the Spine Repair Tape - the Librarian. Weighing 220 pounds, with a four foot three reach, and unbeaten after 413 free rounds at the Drum. Just don't call him 'ginga'. I really don't know why this is neccessary, but in the blue corner, which matches my mood if you'd bothered to ask, is the Unitary Authority of Warrington (fomerly Cheshire) Cat. Ten claws, forty bad puns and the smile of a disembodied shark! I'm just off. Don't mind me. nobody does."
"And with the formalities underway, it's time to let slip the cats, apes and assorted animals of war. Cry 'Havoc!' and play out the play. It's a tense start. The Orangutan is as vigilant as a cat to steal cream, but the Cat knows a trick worth two of that. The ape swings off the ropes, extends his arms - but the cat is already behind him - running faster jsut to catch up. The ape reaches for his nuts, but the cat has managed to dodge all of them - being written several years earlier is it not strange that some smack of age, some relish of the saltness of time, should enable him to see that coming.
"The Cat now unveils his secret wepon - hypertext! The ape has to counter with an outmoded Dewey Octimal System index, but it's too late! The cat has him on the run now - the end is near, it's time to draw the final curtain - and he smiles as he goes to deliver the coup-de-grace - but starts to fade. He's fading, and he's going!
"And, Oh my - ther's been an intervention - some bugger with a writ to call it off - apparently the Yanks had the idea first. I knew they should have taken my advice when I gave it to them - typical of this Government - they's had 400-odd years. kill 'em all, we said...."
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