[thud]
[clang]
A/N: Just like to add here that no copyright infringement is intended and that since I have no money, suing me would be very pointless.
TSCHEL: Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
[cough cough...]
[clang]
[...cough cough]
Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out your dead! Nine pence.
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out...
[rewr!]
...your dead!
[rewr!]
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
KARRDE: Here's one.
TSCHEL: Nine pence.
AVES: I'm not dead!
TSCHEL: What?
KARRDE: Nothing. Here's your nine pence.
AVES: I'm not dead!
TSCHEL: 'Ere. He says he's not dead!
KARRDE: Yes, he is.
AVES: I'm not!
TSCHEL: He isn't?
KARRDE: Well, he will be soon. He's very ill.
AVES: I'm getting better!
KARRDE: No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment.
TSCHEL: Oh, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations.
AVES: I don't want to go on the cart!
KARRDE: Oh, don't be such a baby.
TSCHEL: I can't take him.
AVES: I feel fine!
KARRDE: Well, do us a favour.
TSCHEL: I can't.
KARRDE: Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won't be long.
TSCHEL: No, I've got to go to the Skywalkers'. They've lost nine today.
KARRDE: Well, when's your next round?
TSCHEL: Thursday.
AVES: I think I'll go for a walk.
KARRDE: You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do?
AVES: [singing] I feel happy. I feel happy.
[whop]
KARRDE: Ah, thanks very much.
TSCHEL: Not at all. See you on Thursday.
KARRDE: Right. All right.
[howl]
[clop clop clop]
Who's that, then?
TSCHEL: I dunno. Must be a Grand Admiral.
KARRDE: Why?
TSCHEL: He hasn't got shit all over him.
[clang]
A/N: Just like to add here that no copyright infringement is intended and that since I have no money, suing me would be very pointless.
TSCHEL: Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
[cough cough...]
[clang]
[...cough cough]
Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out your dead! Nine pence.
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
[clang]
Bring out...
[rewr!]
...your dead!
[rewr!]
[clang]
Bring out your dead!
KARRDE: Here's one.
TSCHEL: Nine pence.
AVES: I'm not dead!
TSCHEL: What?
KARRDE: Nothing. Here's your nine pence.
AVES: I'm not dead!
TSCHEL: 'Ere. He says he's not dead!
KARRDE: Yes, he is.
AVES: I'm not!
TSCHEL: He isn't?
KARRDE: Well, he will be soon. He's very ill.
AVES: I'm getting better!
KARRDE: No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment.
TSCHEL: Oh, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations.
AVES: I don't want to go on the cart!
KARRDE: Oh, don't be such a baby.
TSCHEL: I can't take him.
AVES: I feel fine!
KARRDE: Well, do us a favour.
TSCHEL: I can't.
KARRDE: Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won't be long.
TSCHEL: No, I've got to go to the Skywalkers'. They've lost nine today.
KARRDE: Well, when's your next round?
TSCHEL: Thursday.
AVES: I think I'll go for a walk.
KARRDE: You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do?
AVES: [singing] I feel happy. I feel happy.
[whop]
KARRDE: Ah, thanks very much.
TSCHEL: Not at all. See you on Thursday.
KARRDE: Right. All right.
[howl]
[clop clop clop]
Who's that, then?
TSCHEL: I dunno. Must be a Grand Admiral.
KARRDE: Why?
TSCHEL: He hasn't got shit all over him.
