So I watch Becket last night and had this thought when I woke up. It's iambic pentameter, again, with the first and sixth syllable getting extra umph. It should be five-hundred syllables of dialog but I've not counted. I thought it was funny and I hope you enjoy.
BLOOD ANGEL
Glory days to breathe life in a battle
Grand as that thou and I have just partook.
Xenos I see laid dead by the thousands.
Armageddon true shall be delivered
While we most fierce and noble defenders
Stand guard. The angel crimson and the sly
Wolf. On the coming dawn I expect to
Slay a thousand more orks. And perhaps a
Million by campaign's victorious end!
What sayest thou Russ-son, a million orks?
GREY HUNTER
Did ya just call me sly? 'Cause I see a
Thousand dead greens that I slew with this 'ere
Bolt gun. Ya cann't count the beasts I done
Killed as your own. Ya steal from me pride. I'll
Not suffer sly hair quaffing thieves none.
BLOOD ANGEL
Pardon brother, I see now thou art
Barking mad to judge thy self the killer
More fearful! Yet most unfair it was to
Declare myself the better as I did
Not your mighty valor witness through
Tides of xenos I slew. Perhaps thou wert
Deprived from view by that thicket that doth
Grow from beneath thine nose. It fits well, thy
Beard doest enhance your portrayal of a
Mongrel in thy well rounded countenance.
GREY HUNTER
Tread lightly now, red winged fool, or ya
Might take off with a crack up that clean soft
Chin! Don't mock the sign wolf! It is just as
Important as your blood tear. And I think
Mongrels don't were wolf skin. I seen some wear
Red and black though, and savage through and through.
So close your sodding mouth! A'fore we have
Trouble. And quite your talkin' like a damn
Blue blood. Ya can't trick me. I seen your eyes,
Rabid you were in killing them xenos.
BLOOD ANGEL
Rabid!? To be an animal!? Thou doth
Accuse me when the offense is to be
Monstrous!? What then howls in the jungles,
east of us? It is no son of the lord
Sanguinius! That fact is truly sure!
GREY HUNTER
Stay your tongue and your hand. I'll not come to
Blows with ya o'er this barking. I'd hate to
Scar your delicate cheeks. Let us be as
Kin. First light I can teach ya how to kill
Proper orks, not just wee ones me brother.
BLOOD ANGEL
Ha! I am quite sure thou mistaken art.
Moring shall bring a second chance for thy
Witnessing of my tenacity! It
May also afford opportunity
Sorely needed for thee to better groom.
Smile at someone today.