Les Bizarrables
Tar XV
DAUNTINE:
Laurette, I've sold my soul.
Laurette, I've pawned my virtue.
I've sold my days to pay
For mag tape at your site.
"tar xv Laurette" -- my hands are failing.
Don't you hear my carpal tunnels creaking?
"tar xv" shall wrest you from that prison.
How fast the tape reels spin away,
And I can hear them whizzin'.
Hasten here. Be careful as you're hopping.
Don't you sense the packets as they're dropping?
There are hunters approaching with their dragnets,
But I will store you carefully,
Away from heat and magnets.
VALSEAN:
Oh, Dauntine, you're losing your account.
But Dauntine, I swear this on my bike.
DAUNTINE:
Look, M'sieur, at the strike count display!
VALSEAN:
Three apiece. Three apiece, and no more.
DAUNTINE:
My Laurette!
VALSEAN:
Shall live on my partition.
DAUNTINE:
Take her now.
VALSEAN:
No thanks, I've got a headache.
DAUNTINE:
Good Monsieur, you've come with cephalalgia.
VALSEAN:
Come now, Dauntine.
You can't succumb to pining and nostalgia.
DAUNTINE:
Take my hand.
The night grows ever colder.
VALSEAN:
Here, let me fan the flames.
DAUNTINE:
Take my child.
She won't fit on a floppy.
VALSEAN:
I'll axe some older games.
DAUNTINE:
Oh, Monsieur, you'll be a dandy poppy.
Please tell Laurette I'll see her
On alt.dauntine.dead.dead.dead!
" Rapp