...a deathly serenade...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
A
room (London) - A chandelier, Persian rugs.
Summer. Enters Smithus through the door.
Bradbury stood next to the window on the far left.
[Smithus enters the room]
Smithus: There is chocolate all over your lips, and
you pertain not to know chocolate whatsoever.
(Moves towards settee) Ridiculous, you're as guilty
as guilt itself. (Smarmy look on his face)
Bradbury: Whom can answer one of chocolate
thievery? this is an outrage! (Plays with his tie and
seems a little dishevelled; surprised to see him)
Smithus: Bradbury, you must calm down, and
realise the fool proof evidence smeared somewhat
all over your face, (quipped, lifting his chin
indignant as he walked further into the living
room). What are you trying to say then?
Bradbury: What do you mean? (Watching him walk
in) If you accuse me in such a way, it will cause me
to have to really do something, something of fierce
action.
Smithus: Look, Bradbury, (Ironic to the turn of
events - expression) Lady Sherry shall be home
soon and I am sure she was looking forward to
those Valentines that you and I know are living
amongst's your stomach's acids and saliva's
detritus. (Taking a seat to then appreciate his
surroundings; looking around the room).
Bradbury: Smithus, I choose my enemy's for their
quick wit and their intellect and my friends for
their stupidity, I may say that you have now
entered a new realm…(taking a seat at the edge of
the desk to peer at him sitting on the settee;
seeming rather decadent in his self-indulgent grin).
This must be some sort of morbid triviality that you
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