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zzambrosius_02) wrote2013-01-15 09:06 am
zzambrosius_02) wrote2013-01-15 09:06 am
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12th Night
At 12th Night: Viscount Ambrose was walking along the edge of the Rapier Field. He approached a Knight and his Squire, who greeted him cordially. The Squire then said:
"I love your hairpiece!"
"Hairpiece?" Ambrose inquired.
"Yeah..." said the Squire, reaching out and tugging gently at the Viscount's noble topknot: "oh..."
"Yes," said his Excellency: "I grew it myself."
Said the Knight, aside to the Squire: "Told ya."
"Did you win the bet?" asked Ambrose.
"No, I didn't bet him. I should have."
Ambrose saw Sir Garan across the hall, and desiring to speak with that worthy gentleman, he took his leave of Knight and Squire, right well pleased with the encounter.
"I love your hairpiece!"
"Hairpiece?" Ambrose inquired.
"Yeah..." said the Squire, reaching out and tugging gently at the Viscount's noble topknot: "oh..."
"Yes," said his Excellency: "I grew it myself."
Said the Knight, aside to the Squire: "Told ya."
"Did you win the bet?" asked Ambrose.
"No, I didn't bet him. I should have."
Ambrose saw Sir Garan across the hall, and desiring to speak with that worthy gentleman, he took his leave of Knight and Squire, right well pleased with the encounter.