Friday, October 19, 2007

Writing Exercise Results 2

Darth Vader stood in the witness box raising his right hand while the bailiff inquired if he solemnly swore to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothhhaaggghhhgha—

A gavel slammed down repeatedly, and Lord Vader increased the distance between his right thumb and index finger. “My apologies, Your Honor.”

The prosecutor approached. “Hallo. My name is Inigo Montoya. You keeled my fahdar. Pre—“

The judge pounded his gavel again. Inigo shrugged and bowed humbly toward the bench. “I continue. Meestar Vaydar—“

“You may address me as Lord Vader. Do not underestimate my POWerrr.”

Inigo nodded. “Lhhhord Vaydar. You are on trial for…” He paused and shook his head. “No, dair is too much. Lemme sum up. You don't by any chance appen to have seese feengairs on your right hand?”

Vader turned his head and upper torso toward the judge, then back to Inigo, raising a finger. “The POWerrrrr of the Force—“

“How come you keepa yooseen daht word? I do not think it means what you think it means.” Inigo motioned toward the opposing council. “Your attorney, Meestar Hoott? He is yooseen Bonetti's Defense against me, ah?”

Lord Vader rose and stepped down from the witness chair. The judge pounded his gavel feverishly, but Vader sent it flying across the courtroom with a flick of his finger. Inigo drew his sword, and in one swift motion Vader ignited his light saber. “Your primitive weapon is no match for the POWerrr of the Force.”

“I know.”

Vader cocked his head. “Then why are you smiling?”

“Because I know some-seen you don’t know.” Inigo extended his hand and smiled triumphantly. “I am your fahdar.”



writtenwyrdd said...

funny stuff!

Church Lady said...

Is this Arnold?

ME said...

Excellent Inigo! I really enjoyed this!

Bernita said...

good giggles.