TC,
I?m your guy. First though, I have to be honest in saying my balls aren?t quite as huge as you require, but they are nicely sized and made of brass and clink together beautifully whenever I walk. I can also be bitingly sarcastic at times, in fact it is my most preferred type of humor, and I have been told that I am moderately intelligent and witty. Furthermore, I think of myself as something of a writer, who is not without talent, and have attached a couple pages from a play I?m in the middle of writing. So I hope that my most eloquent of arguments have persuaded you to hire an unworthy college student who is still pursuing his dreams of becoming a true T-Man one day. Thanks for the consideration.
Fade in:
(Open on a snowy castle, zoom into through walls into a great hall, men in front of a fire)
King: Come and sit by the fire, Fool,
And give us a tale on this night so cool,
Make it so dark that all light retreats,
And cold enough to freeze us on our golden seats.
Fool: A century is too short, but a millennia too long,
In which to tell this twisted tale, to sing this sinister song,
So the shortened version I will give this night,
For it still contains ample fright
Not too far away and not too long ago,
In a troubled land during a time of woe
Scene II: Muddy crossroads
Keho: Over sea and over stone,
Comes the dark wanderer all alone
To cast our land into eternal night
And put upon us a horrid blight
All things good will fall and die
To rot away ?neath a blackened sky
Pass: Cease your prattle useless prophet
For these good people will have none of it
Long now have the times been dark and dreary
My whole life has been spent feeling weary
If you wish to be taken for other than a braying ass
Tell us something besides what has already come to pass
Keho: He will come he will come and you will see
How wrong it is that you can be
He will come, he will come you will see
Pretending that he is not he
Telling lies to cloud and deceive
I tell you now to not believe
Pass: Again and at once do I tell you to desist
If all of what you say is true what can we do to resist
Knowledge will only put us all in a blacker mood
And I think that this is somewhat overly rude
So for a third time do I say keep quiet what you know
It all means as little as telling me of a coming snow
For I can no more keep the snow from falling
Than I can keep this evil man from calling
Keho: No truer dirge has ever been sung
No truer breath expelled from lung
But how sad it is that already you are defeated
I had hopes that this time history would not be repeated
Scene III: Same crossroads six months later
Keho: Over sea and over stone,
Comes the dark wanderer all alone?
(Pauses, looks around, then screaming:
Woe, woe and again makes three
Friends why did you not heed me?
Now my sightless eyes do see
The one of whom I warned is come
Now his wanderings all are done
Homeward he walks with the setting sun
Now my sightless eyes do see
How damned and cursed are we
(Softly) Woe, woe, and again makes three?
(Man steps from the crowd, draws a knife and presses it to the throat of Keho.)
Firc: Cease your prattle useless worm
Unless you would see yourself forever burn
Returned I am and home I be
It is easy enough for all to see
Unneeded are your dramatic warnings
Unheeded go your cryptic warnings
Keho: All of this is true but one thing you forgot my lord,
He who lives by it shall die by the sword,
So while we shall never be friends good sir, at least put away the blade,
Then and only then the other discover of what his foe is made.
Firc: Nothing of what has just passed your lips is true good Kehoe,
Like it or not never again shall I be your foe,
I have come to beg a boon, for this city is only someplace I used to know
Guide me fair and well and your reward will be of equal measure
Be it paid in books, beer, women or bags of treasure,
Be it paid all at once or partaken of at your leisure
Keho: You could suck the light out of the brightest star
As dark and evil as you are,
Still, long has my belly gone empty and long have I been sober
Of the two I know not which is worse, I hope I am forgiven as I accept your offer
Firc: Good man, good man, I knew you would not disappoint
Only the best will do when the time comes to anoint
Do not look so surprised Keho, surely you know I must be blessed
Blessed I must be if I hope to pass the test
It is my land and throne that I have come back to claim,
And who better than the one who stained it to cleanse my name
Keho: I swear to you, O prodigal prince, O treacherous one,
In the future there will be many deeds that you will wish you could wish undone,
So I urge you now to select with care your chosen path
Pave it not with the blood and bones from the casualties of your wrath.
Firc: And I sweat that I care not what my conscious may say
When I am old and bent and stooped and grey
For if might makes right than never again will I be wrong
Vae Victis will be the chorus of my bloody song