Viggo snickered as Orlando fashioned his index finger and thumb into a gun and threatened Viggo.
It was funny.
"Do you even know the lines properly?"
"What? Does it matter?"
"Immensely."
Viggo went back to reading his newspaper, with that black Sharpie in his right hand. He liked to do "black out poetry", as he called it. Something he saw another poet do, back in California.
Before he could even read the first word of the first article that caught his attention, the gun barrel that was Orlando's index finger crimpled the paper as it lowered onto the print material.
"I know what you're thinking. Did he fire six shots, or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful hangun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question; Do I feel lucky?"
Orlando slowly walked back, but his finger/gun still pointed at Viggo's head.
"Well, do ya, punk?"
"Well done." Viggo's eyes went back to the newspaper.
In character, Viggo/Orlando, FRT
Viggo snickered as Orlando fashioned his index finger and thumb into a gun and threatened Viggo.
It was funny.
"Do you even know the lines properly?"
"What? Does it matter?"
"Immensely."
Viggo went back to reading his newspaper, with that black Sharpie in his right hand. He liked to do "black out poetry", as he called it. Something he saw another poet do, back in California.
Before he could even read the first word of the first article that caught his attention, the gun barrel that was Orlando's index finger crimpled the paper as it lowered onto the print material.
"I know what you're thinking. Did he fire six shots, or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful hangun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question; Do I feel lucky?"
Orlando slowly walked back, but his finger/gun still pointed at Viggo's head.
"Well, do ya, punk?"
"Well done." Viggo's eyes went back to the newspaper.
"Next time, do it without the accent."