Act Four
Scene Four
Sub-Scene One
The call of the bulge
In the palace, Mark woke up
early and proceeded to put on his battle suit—the grey striped suit with the
dark shoes. The Queen was there, watching him dress. She felt everyone's scars
and past wounds from the conflicts. She knew one across his back suffered
protecting Julius Caesar from the assassin. He loved the previous Caesar like
his own father.
The maids arrived with the
morning meals and then proceeded to dress the Queen. Eros walked in past the Queen,
ignoring her beauty, and proceeded towards the boss. He was holding the guns
for the boss.
“Eros! Bring me my guns,
Eros!” Mark called out.
“Have your drink, my love.”
The Queen told her love.
“No time for that.” Mark says
it out loud. “Eros, my guns, Eros!”
“Standing behind you, Boss.”
Eros stood there with the guns in his hands.
“Come, my good man, put your
guns on. If we do not have good luck today, it is because fortune dislikes
the way that we challenge her. Come on.” Mark was getting agitated.
“No, I will help too. What
is this for?” The Queen took the guns from Eros. He handed her the shoulder
holsters. “I do not use it.”
“That is because you had
breasts while he had biceps.” Eros was rude.
“Ah, leave it alone, leave
it alone!” Mark took the holster and handed it to Eros. “It is bad enough that
you put the guns on my heart. Show her.”
Eros demonstrated to the Queen.
“You slip it on here. Then
you tighten the belt.” Eros pulled the belt.
“Really, I will help the
next time.” The Queen looked towards the maids. “See how it is done. It is not.
Not wear over the crotch.”
“We will succeed today.” Mark
turned the focus. “Do you see, my good man? Go put on your guns.”
“Soon, boss.” Eros does not
have any other gun, though he prefers the shotgun. He tells everyone they make
a bigger hole.
“Is it buckled well?” The Queen
asked. “We do not want the guns to fall off.”
"Sagged, you meant the
holster. I will shoot the one who belts it for me.” Mark was upset then. “Eros,
pull the strap harder.”
“Eros, you are fumbling. My Queen
is more skilled as a squire than you are. Hurry.” Mark mocked his own boy. “Oh,
my love, if only you could see me in battle today, and if only you were
familiar with the techniques of war! You will see an expert at work.”
“Trust it not to be a wham
bang; I am fucked.” The Queen sighed. Every guy has his worst days, or was it
always?
In the yard of the palace,
the boys were assembled.
“Good morning to you.” The
lieutenant told the boys. “Welcome. You look like someone who understands the
business of war. We get up early to do the work that we love, and we take great
delight from it.”
“And the coffee still pukes
after all these times.” One of the boys called out.
"There is preferred tea
here.” Another said it and was jeered by others.
“My pee is more potent than
the tea.” Another boy cried out.
“I know. Sonya told me.
Those were better in streams.” One cut in.
“Silence all. The boss is
here.” The lieutenant called out.
“The morning begins well,
boys. Like a spirited young man who means to accomplish great things, it gets
started early.” Mark Antony was accompanied by the Queen. He turned toward the Queen.
“Come, give me that kiss. Like this.”
Mark kisses the Queen.
“Well done. Goodbye to you,
my love.”
“Whatever happens to me today,” Sounded more like ‘to
die,’ “This is a soldier's kiss. It would be shameful and worthy of a
scolding if I were to give you any baser or less noble a compliment than that.
I will leave you now like a true soldier.”
“You who wish to fight,
follow me closely, I will bring you into battle and victory. We drive to Dodge now.”
Mark Antony told the boys. They all cheered him on.
“Did you see the bulge?”
Albert asked.
“Nay, I saw only the chest.
She still bulges there.” Castello smiled.
“Like your mother’s ……...
only hers was between the legs.” Chapin uttered out.
“He speaks …... the wise
words.” Albert laughed. Chapin stomped his feet in delight.
“Fuck you all.” Castello
marched off,
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