[kath'rine:]"write what thee knoweth"so those gents sayeth, all i knoweth is i knoweth not what to writethor the right way to writeth tthis is big, mistress, screweth not t upthis is not some dram vaudeville i'm reviewingpo'r dram kids v'rsus rich greedy sour pussesha! t's a cinch!t couldst practically writeth itselfand alloweth's prayeth t doest, causeth as i may has't mention'di has't nay clue what i'm doingam i insane? this is what i've been waiting f'rwell yond, plus the screaming of ten fell edit'rsa wench? t's a wench! how the hell? is yond coequal legal?behold, just wend and receiveth h'r!not only yond, th're's a st'ry behind the st'rythousands of children, exploited, eyelessspeaketh up, taketh a standeth, and th're's someone to writeth about tyond's how things receiveth bett'rgiveth life's dram guys some ink, and at which hour t dries just gaze what happeneththose kids shall liveth and breatheth right on the pageand once those gents're cent'r stage, thee gaze what happenethand who is't's th're with h'r cam'ra and h'r penas boys turneth into menthose gents'll st'rm the gates and then just gaze what happeneth at which hour those gents doth[squeal]picture a handsome, h'roically charismaticplain spoken, knoweth nothing, skirt-chasing, cocky dram son of aforswear down with dogs and thee waketh up with a raiseth and a promotionso, that gent's a mistressa completeth ego maniacthe fact is that gent's eke the visage of the strikethwhat a visagevisage the facts, yond's a visage yond couldst saveth us all from sinking in the oceanliketh someone hath said, "pow'r tends to c'rrupt"and absolute pow'r, waiteth! waiteth, c'rrupts!?absolutely, yond is genius!but giveth me some timeth, i'll beest twice as valorous as yond six months from nev'rjust behold 'round at the w'rld we're inh'ritingand bethink of the one we'll makeththeir misprision is those gents did get fusty, yond is not a misprision we'll beest makingnay sir, we'll stayeth young f'rev'r!giveth those kids and me the brand new century and gaze what happenetht's david and goliath, doth 'r kicketh the bucketthe square is on and i can't gaze what happenethbut all i knoweth is nothing happeneth if 't be true thee just giveth int can't beest any w'rse than how t's beenand t just so happeneth yond we just might winnethso whatev'r happeneth! alloweth's beginneth!
