Step right up! Step right up!
Other than yourself, you mean, Jack?
Huh? Oh... "a bit special." Very funny, Puck, my well-plucked petal. Whaddaya say we give em, Puck? Some verbal fireworks or a mental fuck? Destruction? Recreation?
No! I say, my saucy Jack, we offer them a show. Let's give em music, song and dance. Let's give them Jack and Puck, the tragedy, the comedy, the romance.
Sounds good to me. That Duncan's always had a soft spot for his musicals.
Well, he is queer.
Well, then. Let's give him one.
Hey kids! Let's hold the gig right here!
OK, then. Me and you--
And we'll need Guy as well, and Joey too. We'll need a couple more, only a few, but -- actually -- we will need you-know-who.
Fuck, well at least he'll be in his disguise -- the bowler hat, the pennies on his eyes. But fuck it. Right. No more ado. Now, introduced by yours so very truly, Jack--
And Puck, remember--
How could I forget my favourite scrag? We give you--
Wait! Let's clear the stage and bring the curtain down. OK then: now.
We give you Duncan's punk-ass musical, the one and only...