Six women evade the Targetbois as they escape from Clamsterdam. Pleasance, however, with her head in the clouds, continually puts the team in danger, causing the rest to wonder: is it worth it to keep her around?
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Six women evade the Targetbois as they escape from Clamsterdam. Pleasance, however, with her head in the clouds, continually puts the team in danger, causing the rest to wonder: is it worth it to keep her around?
When Billy was in his old age and all of the brats had been thwacked, Klexel, a little green goblin, said to Billy: “Zekpeddel me. I’m going to miss you, bud. But my job here is done.”
“All that thwacking…” Billy said, leaning back in a recliner, flickering TV lights playing colors across his face, “…and yet… I still feel empty.”
A play from another dimension, annotated by a doctor of theatre history.
Expulss the exorcist terrorizes Saint Stuffins’ Yard and it’s up to two ill-equipped ghost rights activists to stop her.
When we say a work "transcends time," we don't mean that the time period in which it was written has no bearing on the piece. It clearly does - it has to - but it means that something about it taps into a particularly resonant vein.
The facility is on emergency lockdown. It's a miracle I was able to get out and (hopefully) get back in without causing alarm.
As of right now, it remains to be seen whether or not this will affect public safety.
Jellybean: Any word of Clytemnestra?
Maw: <unintelligable>
Jellybean: Dammit. (a pause) Have you heard her prophecy?
Maw: <negatory grunt>
Jellybean: Mm.
Cpl. Jellybean sits down, face in hands.
Jellybean: Tell her when you see her that I miss her.
The Maw is silent. It growls comfortingly.