I know someone needs to do some damn joytice to it for foks sayk
Close Up Drunk:
hear ye, old pals,
we I was sitting in the parlour and a dame come sup next to me
and the says, can I sit with ye dalrlin? Or some such, I was already too drunk to hear it.
So she went through my pockets and got out the quarter-pennies and the tissue I kept for the bleedin, of me nose you know and
so she gets up again and I pulls her skirt, and she kicks me in the shin like a horse so I yelped, and the she goes "Ready now for ya medicine are ya pappie!.
Cut to
Wide of Bar, empty except for drunk
Drunk raises empty glass, a dog comes and pisses on the leg of the table, an elderly fellow comes up and pours from a large canister a great slosh of ale
Barkeep: I like ye stories eh Sam. But you shouldnt get yourself someone to tell em to, in private?
You know Kos theres a time and place for all this you kow.
You cant spring all the presents on one Christmas tree you know? As the old pap said.
He said that?
He said it right here, where you’re sitting now Sam.
Oh really?
Nods
Yah really so I suppose, you are in his place now.
Up to make your own decisions Sam.
No more stories of old sorrow,
new stories, for the ages Sam
so they might sing them in the halls of Eden
Walhalla
Also, Walhalla. Excellent place.
Laughter from Sam surprises the silence.
You’re alright fella. Keep forgetting ya name. Justin?
That right pap Justin.
No its Arleigh, of course are you kidding me Sam?
No, Im just, Im
Sam drinks
Arleigh shakes his head, like a good natured Hobbit, at such humanry.