Act I: Scene I

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"Gabe, we can't let them humiliate us. We won't take their garbage." Shane huffs.

"No, because then we'd be garbage men." Gabe teases.

"What I mean is, if they make us angry we'll pull out our swords."

"Maybe you should worry about pulling yourself out of trouble Shane" He Snickers, shaking his head.

"I hit hard when I'm angry." Shane grumbles.

"But it's hard to make you angry." Gabe says, knowing he's not as tough as he's acting.

"One of those dogs from the Tomlinson house can make me angry."

"Angry enough to run away, you won't stand and fight." He laughs.

"A dog from that house will make me angry enough to take a stand. If I pass one of them on the street, I'll take the side closer to the wall and let him walk in the gutter." Shane proclaims.

"That means you're the weak one, because weaklings get pushed up against the wall." Gabe smirks, watching his friend get worked up.

"You're right. That's why girls get pushed up against the walls- they're weak. So what I'll do is push the Tomlinson men into the street and the Tomlinson women against the wall." He winks at me.

"The fight is between the bosses, and we're men who work for them." Gabe reminds him.

"It's all the same. I'll be a harsh master to them. After I fight the men, I'll be nice to the women-ill cut off their heads." He shouts in the empty street.

Luke shakes his head at the man, taking another sip from his flask. "Cut off their heads? You mean their maidenheads?" He winks.

(Maidenhead=virginity)

"Cut off their heads, take their maidenheads--- whatever. Take my remark in whichever sense you like."

"The women you rape are the ones who'll have to "sense" it." Gabe glares.

"They'll be able to feel me as long as I can keep an erection. Everybody knows I'm a nice piece of flesh." Shane announces, wiggling his hips.

"It's a good thing you're not a piece of fish. Although you are dried and shriveled like a salted fish." Gabe laughs, making a joke about his friends penis.

"Pull out your weapon now. These guys are from the Tomlinson house." Gabe says, seeing two men round the corner.

"I have my naked sword out. Fight, I'll back you up." Shane says, nudging Gabe forward and he rolls his eyes but continues to the men.

"How will you back me up--by turning back and running away?" Gabe whispers as they cross to the other side of the street.

"Don't worry about me." Shane scoffs.

"No really, I am worried about you!"

"Come on, let's not break the law by starting a fight. Let them start something." Shane urges, grabbing his friends elbow.

"Fine, I'll frown at them as they pass by, and they can react however they want." Gabe agrees, leaning against a nearby wall.

"You mean however they dare. I'll bite my thumb at them. That's an insult, and if they let me get away with it they'll be dishonored." And Shane sure enough bites his thumb.

(Biting your thumb is an old insult, kinda like flipping someone off.)

"Hey, are you biting your thumb at us?" Andrew calls.

"I'm biting my thumb." Shane replies with a shrug, doing it again.

"But are you biting your thumb at us?" Andrew asks again, coming closer to him.

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