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Strangers in Carvahall
(Kind Of Gangly Lookin'…)
A Parody By: Anda Faith
Dempton: Hey, you! Chisel Boy!
Roran: (smiles widely) That's my new boss!
Narrator: So Roran and Eragon meet with Dempton…
Dempton: (wags eyebrows) Ready for the battle scars?
Roran: Can't wait! (tries to look manly and fails) (ends up looking pitiful)
Eragon: (rolls eyes) Well, goodbye then! (slaps his cousin on the back)
Narrator: So they leave… and Horst has a few choice words to say to Eragon…
Horst: Hey – pssst, Eragon… (beckons him to come closer)
Eragon: (approaches cautiously) What?
Horst: There are some strangers in town lookin' for ya – black cloaks, big swords, kind of gangly looking … (nods) (his eyes widen) They were mighty interested in Wilson.
Eragon: (horrified) They can't have Wilson!
Horst: (peers around out of the corners of his eyes) I know, but if I were you I would throw Wilson in the nearest stream, these fellows are up to no good… (haunted grin)
Eragon: (nods) Good idea. (slinks through the streets of Carvahall)
Streets of Carvahall: (soo shadowy)
Noises: (Coming from Sloan's butcher shop)
Eragon: (follows noise)
Sloan's Voice: (blubbering) About three months ago… Sloan Pockets… Wilson…..
Eragon: (eyes widen)
Stranger's Voices: You have been verrry cooperative – till we meet again, sssstranger…. (they emerge from butcher shop)
Door: (ding!)
Stranger's Black Cloaks: (swishy in the wind) (give of an aura of danger)
Eragon: (in mortal fear) (backs away from creepy looking strangers) (fights urge to scream)
Narrator: Like a girl… (anticipates moment) Wait for it….
Strangers (stalk toward Eragon)
Brom: Eragon!
Strangers: (Flee)
Narrator: (glares at Brom muttering) Damn you…
Eragon: (collapses into a sweaty heap)
Brom: (pulls him up) Are you alright, boy?
Eragon: (nods) (eyes still wide)
Brom: I'll escort you to the road, maybe you just need a good walk home to make you feel better. I don't have any emergency sugar on hand… (digs through pockets) Aha! (pulls out sugar packet)
Eragon: (perks up and snatches sugar packet from Brom) Oh - yummy! (pours sugar into mouth) Better…
Brom: (grabs Eragon's hand and wrenches sugar packet out of it)
Sugar Packet: (empty)
Silvery Mark: (on Eragon's hand)
Broms Eyes: (glint) (glint) (glinty)
Eragon: (sugar rush hits) Woohoo! Goodbye! ( yanks hand out of Broms grasp and runs down the road)
Narrator: That would be all for this chapter!
Brom: (turns back toward Carvahall) (whistles merry tune)
Narrator: (runs after Brom) You idiot! (socks him on the arm) I could have sworn he was gonna to scream…