BARBARIANS AT THE GATE

BY JAMES THORPE

SUMMERLEE: Really, George, one Pterodactyl egg would prove the point, but a dozen? Grandstanding!

CHALLENGER: Professional jealousy rears it’s ugly head already.

CHALLENGER: The lad’s insane.

ROXTON: The lad’s in love.

MARGUERITE: There’s a difference?

TRIBUNE: Small world.

MALONE: Too small.

TRIBUNE: Such small brains, it’s amazing you’re not extinct already.

ROXTON: Looks like I’ll have to sweep you off your feet. Let’s go!

MARGUERITE: Seeing how the alternative is imminent death, you’ve got a date.

ROXTON: An extra rifle. It’s fully loaded.

MARGUERITE: Lord Roxton, someone would think you cared.

ROXTON: I do.

MALONE: The third guard?

TRIBUNE: Delicious.

CHALLENGER: Save your own life, Roxton.

ROXTON: I once promised to follow you to hell and back, Challenger; don’t make me a liar.

WARRIOR: Your friends are dead. My father’s dead.

MARGUERITE: What do you want from us…sympathy?

WARRIOR: No.

VERONICA: Then why are you here?

WARRIOR: Same reason you are; to bring home the bodies.

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