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Enter Bird McDermitt. bird: Oh woe! Oh woe! I have received dark news, dark news. yank: (Not glad to see him.) Don't tell me, I don't want to hear it. bird: Dark clouds, ominous shadows in my crystal ball. yank: You should get a new crystal ball. bird: Don't mock me, Yank, I see all. yank: And tell all. bird: Dark news, Yank. The world is to end Thursday, next, if not sooner. yank: How is it going to end this time? bird: The bomb, Yank, the bomb! I see it in my mind's eye, the bomb! It is about to go off. I see it. I hear it, ticking, ticking- (There is indeed the sound of ticking produced by rapping a stick sharply and rhythmically backstage.) |
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