REVEREND LORD EZEKIAL:
Oh...ah...i'm...I'm afraid i shall need your hand, please?
MONTY:
Yes,Of cource, My Lord!
Foolish to think i could let him fall he's on the brink it seems but why should i pause when i know the cause of mother's...shattered dreams?
REVEREND LORD EZEKIAL:
Help me, you presumptous climber!
MONTY:
What can i do for the Dy'Squiths to repay their warm embrace?!
What can i take from the Dy'Squiths...
Except, perhaps, their place? but with eight other Dy'Squiths ahead of me, their foolish pride survives
REVEREND LORD EZEKIAL:
I beg you!
MONTY:
What can i take from the Dy'Squiths?
Except, Perhaps, Excepts, Perhaps
REVEREND LORD EZEKIAL:
Please!
MONTY:
Except, Perhaps their lives
Who will look foolish then?
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