Fetch… The Comfy Chair!!! *Jarring Chord*
Wheeeeee!!!!

Sorry, I’m still feeling pretty good over the fact that Friday I finished Book One of Pantheon!!!!!!!
Okay, that’s not strictly true, as in fact I only finished a draft of the script of Pantheon. But still! Despite a few script contradictions and character modification, the first book’s script is actually completed. I’ve got some editing to do, but how many other 20 year olds have written a novel dealing with philosophy, religion, and culture painted as a backdrop to an action/adventure epic filled with political intrigue and wonder? The answer: Not very many. So that means in a few short weeks I’m going to have a few people read the script for me, edit the beejeezus out of it, and tell me what rocks and what sucks. It’ll be fun! So, ah, hmm… volunteers?

I’m lacking much else to say, other than I have a number of devilish schemes in place which I shan’t speak of publicly, but get me in a good mood and I might discuss them privately. So, rather than ramble on with random nonsense you don’t really care about,
I thought I’d substitute it with someone else’s random nonsense!

(Chapman enters living room, where Cleveland is sitting.)

Chapman: Trouble at mill.

Cleveland: Oh no - what kind of trouble?

Chapman: One on't cross beams gone owt askew on treadle.

Cleveland: Pardon?

Chapman: One on't cross beams gone owt askew on treadle.

Cleveland: I don't understand what you're saying.

Chapman: (slightly irritatedly and with exaggeratedly clear accent) One of the cross beams has gone out askew on the treadle.

Cleveland: Well what on earth does that mean?

Chapman: *I* don't know - Mr Wentworth just told me to come in here and say that there was trouble at the mill, that's all - I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.

(Jarring Chord. The door flies open and Cardinal Ximinez of Spain enters, flanked by two junior cardinals. Cardinal Biggles has goggles pushed over his forehead. Cardinal Fang is just Cardinal Fang.)

Ximinez: NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our *three* weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our *four*...no... *Amongst* our weapons.... Amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... I'll come in again.

(The Inquisition exits)

Chapman: (Deadpan.)I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.

(Jarring Chord. The cardinals burst in)

Ximinez: NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Amongst our weaponry are such diverse elements as: fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency, an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope, and nice red uniforms - Oh damn! (To Cardinal Biggles) I can't say it - you'll have to say it.