Michael Schiavinato

Mark the Dragon Slayer

09-09 Ver2

Mark the Dragon Slayer enters town square

Peasant1:

Oh my there he is!

Peasant2:

It’s Mark The Dragon Slayer!

Peasant3:

I can’t believe he’s in our town!

Peasant1:

He’s so handsome!

Mark:

Now, now, calm down. I am merely passing through along to my next adventure.

Peasant1:

Mark the great please stay. It would be our honor to host you at the inn for the night.

Mark:

No, no, that won’t be necessary. I’m almost to my destination.

Peasants All:

Mark, Mark, Mark the great!

Peasant2:

Hey? Where is your Dragon Slaying sword?

Mark:

My sword? Well I don’t carry a sword. I find by smoking out the cave I can suffocate the Dragon and peacefully kill it with my dagger.

Peasant3:

So you kill it with a smoke bomb?

Mark:

Well Yes, It works quite well actually, I take my dagger and then I slice his throat!

Peasant1:

Wow! that’s a pretty tiny dagger.

Mark:

The bigger they are the harder they fall!

Peasant2:

Hey? Where are your comrades that you lead to battle the dragon!

Mark:

Well I never really had comrades, more like hired help.

Peasant3:

Hired help? So you don’t have a loyal team that you command.

Mark:

No, no, not really.

Peasant1:

And you kill Dragons with smoke bombs?

Mark:

That is correct.

Peasant1:

And how do you make the smoke?

Mark:

With these magic feathers (digs into pocket while peasants talk).

Peasant1:

(turns to face other peasants) Wow this guy is kind of a dud.

Peasant2:

Yeah he’s a real snooze fest.

Mark:

Wait! I then kill the Dragon with my dagger! With my bare hands!

Peasant3:

Yeah a tiny little dagger.

Peasant1:

My sisters’ dagger is bigger than that!

Mark:

People I think there is some confusion here.

Peasant2:

Why don’t you go kill a ferry with that little dagger!

Peasant3:

Yeah take your smoke bombs and feathers and go chase down some ferries!

Peasant1:

Yeah Mark the ferry chaser!

Mark:

People wait! You got this all wrong! It’s really hard work!

Peasant2:

Save it ferry chaser!

Mark:

I lost my finger a year ago.

Peasant3:

Gross he’s missing a finger!

Peasant1:

Wait! Look, over there! Its Bruce! Bruce the Giant Killer!

Peasant2:

Oh my lord! Look how big his sword is!

Peasant3:

He’s so handsome!

Bruce the Giant Killer:

Hello everyone (with female inflection)