VoiceOfUnreason
Deity
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- Dec 5, 2005
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King: Mister Morton, Herr Leibniz, welcome. My advisers report that you have a very interesting proposal for me today.
Leibniz: Yes, your most gracious majesty. I've been reviewing recent economic and production reports, and it has appear to me that we haven't been reaping quite the benefit from the land that we could. When word went out that Morton here had been born, I went to see him to see if my ideas could be put into practice. And thanks to his ingenuity, they can.
King: And your idea is?
Morton: We're going to throw a party!
King: Excuse me?
Leibniz: My colleague is a touch flip. In my notes, I call it a golden age...
Morton: Pretentious that.
Leibniz: ... but it is not truly inaccurate to call it a party. Think Mardi Gras, but on a national scale. We expect most towns to throw elaborate festivals, broadening the tax base; the miners are certain to be hammered.
King: You're going to throw a party, and that will make the citizenry more productive?
Leibniz: Yes, your grace. I've checked the figures most thoroughly.
King: What about your colleagues at the library? Will not the party disturb them in their work?
Morton: What, that lot? I doubt those amateurs will notice.
King: Very well. How to you propose to produce this miracle? In layman's terms, if you please?
Morton: That would be my department, if I may. As you must suspect from the portable nature of the solution, the principles must be straightforward, as indeed they are. You simply... that is to say... (sigh) in layman's terms, your grace, it's magic.
King: I'm supposed to do magic?
Morton: No, no. For your grace, it is sufficient to put on the safety goggles and push the button. I...
Leibniz: We
Morton: ...have already done the magic.
King: Safety goggles?
Leibniz: Yes, your grace; the equations suggest that the visual effects will be... dramatic.
King: Indeed. Am I wearing these properly?
Leibniz: Your majesty is already an expert.
King: Ah, the lenses would be your design then, Gottfried?
Leibniz: Not so, your grace. They are the work of an English gentleman who shows some promise.
King: Very well. The button is golden, Mister Morton?
Leibniz: A small jest by my colleague. A very small jest.
King: Nevertheless, I am quite eager to try it.
<fx: Click>
King: That... was less than you lead me to expect. Gottfried?
Leibniz: Bottoms up, your grace
<fx: WOOSH>
King: My God, it's full of stars.... I take it back, Gottfried, that was indeed spec... Gottfried? Morton? Now where did they get to?
Minister (entering): Your majesty, I've just received an express dispatch indicating a dramatic increase in projected revenue over the next eighty years, and... what are those things on your face? er, your grace?
Leibniz: Yes, your most gracious majesty. I've been reviewing recent economic and production reports, and it has appear to me that we haven't been reaping quite the benefit from the land that we could. When word went out that Morton here had been born, I went to see him to see if my ideas could be put into practice. And thanks to his ingenuity, they can.
King: And your idea is?
Morton: We're going to throw a party!
King: Excuse me?
Leibniz: My colleague is a touch flip. In my notes, I call it a golden age...
Morton: Pretentious that.
Leibniz: ... but it is not truly inaccurate to call it a party. Think Mardi Gras, but on a national scale. We expect most towns to throw elaborate festivals, broadening the tax base; the miners are certain to be hammered.
King: You're going to throw a party, and that will make the citizenry more productive?
Leibniz: Yes, your grace. I've checked the figures most thoroughly.
King: What about your colleagues at the library? Will not the party disturb them in their work?
Morton: What, that lot? I doubt those amateurs will notice.
King: Very well. How to you propose to produce this miracle? In layman's terms, if you please?
Morton: That would be my department, if I may. As you must suspect from the portable nature of the solution, the principles must be straightforward, as indeed they are. You simply... that is to say... (sigh) in layman's terms, your grace, it's magic.
King: I'm supposed to do magic?
Morton: No, no. For your grace, it is sufficient to put on the safety goggles and push the button. I...
Leibniz: We
Morton: ...have already done the magic.
King: Safety goggles?
Leibniz: Yes, your grace; the equations suggest that the visual effects will be... dramatic.
King: Indeed. Am I wearing these properly?
Leibniz: Your majesty is already an expert.
King: Ah, the lenses would be your design then, Gottfried?
Leibniz: Not so, your grace. They are the work of an English gentleman who shows some promise.
King: Very well. The button is golden, Mister Morton?
Leibniz: A small jest by my colleague. A very small jest.
King: Nevertheless, I am quite eager to try it.
<fx: Click>
King: That... was less than you lead me to expect. Gottfried?
Leibniz: Bottoms up, your grace
<fx: WOOSH>
King: My God, it's full of stars.... I take it back, Gottfried, that was indeed spec... Gottfried? Morton? Now where did they get to?
Minister (entering): Your majesty, I've just received an express dispatch indicating a dramatic increase in projected revenue over the next eighty years, and... what are those things on your face? er, your grace?