LIAB 62
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| Jeftichew, foreground, is chasing Parson Gotti through the tunnel. The walls are a gridwork of shoring beams. | [edit] |
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Jeftichew: Hurry, hurry, hurry! See the world's fastest freak! The world's freakiest strong man! See the world's strongest fat man! | [edit] |
| Parson turns to look behind him. His spiked bracer glows red, and his eyebook is visible on his hip. Some green grass pokes its way through the tunnel roof overhead. | [edit] |
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| Parson sprints in earnest to escape Jeftichew running behind. They are well through the tunnel - the Gobwin Knob portal is visible in the far background. | [edit] |
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Jeftichew: He's a ton of fun! See him run! | [edit] |
| Full face shot of Jeftichew, sprinting after Parson. He still clutches his blue scroll and grins broadly. | [edit] |
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Jeftichew: Now it's begun, son. See him run! Here comes the sun! | [edit] |
| Jeftichew has closed the distance to Parson. In response, Parson is gripping his sword, ready to draw. | [edit] |
| Jeftichew: Yes, folks, see him run right into what Fate has spun, and shun the one who could get it alllll undone! Hurry, hurry! | [edit] |
| In front of a background reminiscent of saturnian rings and showing no detail of the tunnel but the floor, Parson draws his sword from his scabbard. | [edit] |
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| Parson has Jeftichew at sword point. The smile, though now close-lipped, has not left Jeftichew's face. | [edit] |
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Parson: Don't...come any closer than that. Jeftichew: Yeah man, it's cool. | [edit] |
| Parson, in three quarter face. His sword is mostly raised. He is wearing his horned brown cloak, held with a brooch displaying the line in circle standby symbol. | [edit] |
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Parson: Okay... Whaddya want? I am not buying any candy to support your marching band. | [edit] |
| Head and shoulders view of Jeftichew grinning broadly as he declaims. | [edit] |
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Jeftichew: Oh, he's a joker, he's a wild card. Better than an Ace, folks. He can beat everything! He can be anything! | [edit] |
| Jefftichew, smiling, speaks to Parson. | [edit] |
| Jefftichew: Well, wild card, I'm a Carnymancer. Jefftichew. But call me Jojo. And what I want? | [edit] |
| Jeftichew spreads his arms, gesturing, as Parson looks at him, frowning, and holding his sword defensively. | [edit] |
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Jeftichew: Is to show you a little card trick, but first! A question, my friend. Do you believe in free will? | [edit] |
| Parson, puzzled, has one eye open and one half closed as he speaks to Jeftichew in the foreground. | [edit] |
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Parson: Free will? Jeftichew: Free will! By the Titans' toe-cheese they told me you were sharp but I had no idea.Yes, Parson Gotti, Lord of Hamsters, do you believe that Fate is a mighty wind?[1] One that propels us inexorably to our final destination? | [edit] |
| A full-face view of Jeftichew, looking "at camera" towards Parson. He is smiling grimly. | [edit] |
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Jeftichew: Or do you believe... ...that the individual can steer the ship of self, to his port of choice, however emphatically the world may try to blow him? | [edit] |
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- ^ Possibly a reference to A Mighty Wind, a mockumentary about a 60s folk band reunion, by Christopher Guest & Eugene Levy
