THE NEW SWINGTON ESTATE
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[The addition of further indecipherable voices starts sounding like an ill
co-ordinated band]
SIMON SENECA
Hurrah! They made it to the land of milk and honey. There is no need to
do a fucking song or dance about it.
JOHN KNOWS
They have us where they wanted. With our pants down and them
gearing for penetration. They will do us in. No lubrication.
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SARAH DJIMON
Why are they doing this to us? They should go back to their country. The
heathens.
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DAK RUNDY
The Motleys are going all in this time round. Their argument is different
too. And what language is that? I thought the Motleys spoke English?
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CAIN MISON
[Jumps out of bed , heads towards the window, violently parts the
curtains and opens the window]
You Fuckers! You Fuckers! You
Fuckeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeers! Go to Hell!
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MARION HORACE
I see this caterwauling has really gotten into Cain’s nerves.
JAMES HORACE
Cain bloody Mison.
MARION HORACE
Yes dear. The one and only. I can tell that rascal’s whiny voice from
anywhere.
JAMES HORACE
He seems to be the most aggrieved.
HOOPTE GOBBLEDYGOOK
MARION HORACE
I think he is just the most vocal. I know there is a Swingtonite out
there-or shall I say in there [giggles] dreaming of bombing those
people off the face of the earth.
JAMES HORACE
God forbid,they will protest all the way to dear old Reverend Swington
in the after life.
MARION HORACE
[laughs]
Anyway there is the other reason Cain is all sore.
JAMES HORACE
Do tell. I am all ears and coughs.
MARION HORACE
Silly.
Our dear Cain had a booming Marijuana plantation on Old Swington.
The plants were coming up nicely I hear. He was bound to make a killing.
JAMES HORACE
Oh no. Then the government had this idea.
MARION HORACE
They didn’t think to send a memo to poor Cain. Not that Cain had placed
an injunction on any dumping of 500 Prefab houses himself.
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