A short play in two directions.

Dramatis Personae:

    Dr. Awkward

    Ed: a general, a renegade  (Ed is on no side)

    Delia (failed)

    Gateman (a foe of a nametag)

    OJ (nabs Bob’s banjo)

    Mel Gibson

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ACT I

Delia:  Yo, banana boy!

Dr Awkward:  Ed, I spotted a clam in an animal cadet topside

Ed: Laminate pet animal?

Dr Awkward: Ten animals I slam in a net.

Ed: Tie it!

Delia: Ed, I saw Harpo Marx ram Oprah W. aside

OJ: Dammit, I’m mad!  Too bad, I hid a boot.

Gateman: Did Joe kill like O.J. did?

OJ:  Did I draw Della too tall, Edward? I did?

Gateman:  No — noose be soon on!

OJ:  Did I strap red nude, red rump, also slap murdered underparts? I did!

Gateman:  Ye slew Wesley.

OJ:  Snug was I ere I saw guns.

Gateman sees name, garageman sees name tag: Do geese see God?

Ed: Do nine men interpret?  Nine men, I nod.

Gateman:  Draw nine men inward! 

Ed:  Aid nine men, India!

Gateman:  Draw pupil’s lip upward! Draw noses onward!

Delia: Butt raft? Fart tub?  "Deer gas!" I disagreed. 

OJ: Hot tuba. Put it up a butt, oh.

Dr Awkward: Dennis and Edna sinned. 

Delia:  Dennis, no misfit can act if Simon sinned.

OJ: A Santa dog lived as a devil god at NASA.  Gods, send a madness dog.

Delia: Swap God for a Janitor? Rot in a jar of dog paws!

Ed: God’s use, Jamie: I’m a Jesus dog!  No mists or frost, Simon.  DNA-land.

OJ: DNA-land?

Delia:  No lemon DNA and no melon.

Gateman:  No. Mel Gibson is a casino’s big lemon.

Mel Gibson:  Are we not drawn onwards, we Jews, drawn onward to new era?

OJ:  Rot can rob a born actor.

Ed: Tarzan raised a Desi Arnaz rat.

OJ:  Was it a rat I saw? Was it a bat I saw?  Was it a cat I saw?  Was it a bar or a bat I saw?  Was it Eliot’s toilet I saw?

Delia:  Kayak salad – Alaska yak?

OJ: Go hang a salami, I’m a lasagna hog.

Ed:  God! A red nugget!  A fat egg under a dog!

ACT II

OJ: Deny a god, O gay Ned?  Devil never even lived.  Unglad, I tar a tidal gnu

Delia: Knob red? No wonder! Bonk!  Ma is a nun, as I am. 

OJ:  Feeble Tom’s motel beef?

Delia:  Tulsa night life: filth, gin, a slut.

OJ: Too hot to hoot! 

Delia:  No, it is open on one position.  My g-spot stops gym.

OJ:  Top spot!  Sex often: I net foxes.

Gateman:  Mr. Owl ate my metal worm.

Ed:  Gary knits a stinky rag.

Mel Gibson: He repaid a no-name Pacific Apeman on a diaper, eh?

Ed:  No, Mel, a sleepy baby peels a lemon.

OJ:  Satan oscillate my metallic sonatas!  Plan no damn Madonna LP.

All:  Yawn! Madonna Fan? No damn way!

Exeunt omnes, stage left.

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