Woa, woman who has birthed me! It seems that another rival would be so bold as to try and claim my destined throne! What of this executor I hath heard rumors of! Nay, I shall not let any other stand between myself and my fated pos'tion!
Yea, the executor shall meet its end and revive naught more naught less The MacBelvis Special (A Dagger, it's handle pointed towards my hand).
For fair is foul and foul is fair, alas.
[MACBELVIS cross downstage righ, exit as lights flash red and fade]















