"Oh my sweet Westley, what have I done?" cries Buttercup, and casts herself down the steep hillside after him.
Rae can't help but chuckle at the many muffled Ow!s and Ooh!s from Westley and Buttercup as they continue to tumble. "That makes sense, I suppose - who else could the masked man have been? Though he was rather mean about it."
"...And there's no way they would get out of this without some broken bones. Not that long a fall."
"He disappeared," declares Humperdinck, scanning the horizon. "He must have seen us closing in. Which might account for his panicking into error. Unless I am wrong, and I am never wrong, they are headed dead into the fire swamp."
"...Why exactly is the prince the bad guy again, apart from being the romantic rival to the one who threatens to slap the princess, insults her, and insists his love is True Love?"
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Rae can't help but chuckle at the many muffled Ow!s and Ooh!s from Westley and Buttercup as they continue to tumble. "That makes sense, I suppose - who else could the masked man have been? Though he was rather mean about it."
"...And there's no way they would get out of this without some broken bones. Not that long a fall."
"He disappeared," declares Humperdinck, scanning the horizon. "He must have seen us closing in. Which might account for his panicking into error. Unless I am wrong, and I am never wrong, they are headed dead into the fire swamp."
"...Why exactly is the prince the bad guy again, apart from being the romantic rival to the one who threatens to slap the princess, insults her, and insists his love is True Love?"