"No kidding," Autor says, chuckling. "We still have about twenty minutes left. There's no way Westley will stay dead, and they can beat Humperdinck in that time."
Inigo and Fezzik drag Westley's body up to the castle walls, overlooking the sixty men guarding the gate.
"Inigo!" Fezzik says, peering at the men. "There's more than thirty men!"
"What does it matter?" Inigo says, holding up Westley's head. He lets it drop. "We have him. Help me, here. We'll have to force feed him."
"Has it been fifteen minutes?" Fezzik says.
"We can't wait," Inigo says, rummaging through his pouch. "The wedding's in half an hour. We have to strike at the castle before then. Tilt his head back."
Fezzik does so, and Inigo puts one of the chocolate-coated magic pills in Westley's mouth.
"How long do we have to wait until we know the miracle works?" Fezzik says, and Inigo responds with, "Your guess is as good as mine."
Westley's eyes snap open, and he shouts, "I beat you both apart. I'll take you both together!"
Fezzik covers his mouth with a massive hand. "That didn't take very long."
"Why won't my arms move?" Westley says.
"You've been mostly dead all day," Fezzik says.
"We had Miracle Max make a pill to bring you back," Inigo says, patting him on the shoulder.
"Who are you? Are we enemies? Where's Buttercup?" Westley says.
"Let me explain," Inigo says. "No, there is too much. Let me sum up. Buttercup is getting married in little less than half an hour. All we need to do is break in there, break up the wedding, rescue the princess, and make our escape. After I kill Count Rugen."
"That doesn't leave much time for dilly-dallying," Westley says, his thumb working back and forth.
Fezzik points to it. "You just wiggled your finger," he says. "That's wonderful!"
"I've always been a quick healer," Westley says, giving him a look. "What are our liabilities?"
"There is but one working castle gate," Inigo tells him, lifting him up so he can see it. "And it's guarded by sixty men."
"And our assets?" Westley says.
"Your brains. Fezzik's strength. My steel."
"Impossible," Westley says, shaking his head. "If I had a month to plan, maybe, but this..."
"You just shook your head!" Fezzik says. "That doesn't make you happy?"
Westley turns his head toward Fezzik. "My brains, his steel, and your strength, and you think a little head jiggle is supposed to make me happy? Hmm?"
"There he goes being patronizing again," Autor says, scoffing.
Fezzik just smiles.
"If we only had a wheelbarrow, now that would be something," Westley says.
"Where did we put that wheelbarrow the albino had?" Inigo asks Fezzik.
"With the albino, I think," Fezzik tells him.
"Then why didn't you list that among our assets in the first place?" Westley says, sighing. "What I wouldn't give for a holocaust cloak."
Fezzik pulls one out of his shirt, and Autor laughs. "Will this do?"
"Where did you get that?" Inigo says.
"At Miracle Max's," Fezzik says. "It fit so nice, he said I could keep it."
"All right, all right," Westley says. "Come on, help me up." They prop him between them, standing, and his head falls forward. Fezzik lifts his head up. "Now, I'll need a sword."
"Why? You can hardly lift one," Inigo says.
"True, but that's hardly common knowledge, is it?" Westley says, and his head falls backwards. Fezzik lifts it up again. "Thank you. Now there may be problems once we're inside."
"I'll say," Inigo says. "How do I find the Count? Once I find him, how do I find you again? Once I find you, how do we escape?"
"Don't pester him! He's had a hard day," Fezzik says, cradling Westley's head in a hand.
"Right," Inigo says. "Sorry."
Fezzik makes Westley nod, and then the three of them start making progress along the wall. "Inigo!" Fezzik says. "I hope we win."
"I'm glad they're giving Fezzik more to do in these scenes," Autor says, finishing his tea. "He sort of disappeared at Miracle Max's."
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Date: 2015-11-26 07:40 am (UTC)Inigo and Fezzik drag Westley's body up to the castle walls, overlooking the sixty men guarding the gate.
"Inigo!" Fezzik says, peering at the men. "There's more than thirty men!"
"What does it matter?" Inigo says, holding up Westley's head. He lets it drop. "We have him. Help me, here. We'll have to force feed him."
"Has it been fifteen minutes?" Fezzik says.
"We can't wait," Inigo says, rummaging through his pouch. "The wedding's in half an hour. We have to strike at the castle before then. Tilt his head back."
Fezzik does so, and Inigo puts one of the chocolate-coated magic pills in Westley's mouth.
"How long do we have to wait until we know the miracle works?" Fezzik says, and Inigo responds with, "Your guess is as good as mine."
Westley's eyes snap open, and he shouts, "I beat you both apart. I'll take you both together!"
Fezzik covers his mouth with a massive hand. "That didn't take very long."
"Why won't my arms move?" Westley says.
"You've been mostly dead all day," Fezzik says.
"We had Miracle Max make a pill to bring you back," Inigo says, patting him on the shoulder.
"Who are you? Are we enemies? Where's Buttercup?" Westley says.
"Let me explain," Inigo says. "No, there is too much. Let me sum up. Buttercup is getting married in little less than half an hour. All we need to do is break in there, break up the wedding, rescue the princess, and make our escape. After I kill Count Rugen."
"That doesn't leave much time for dilly-dallying," Westley says, his thumb working back and forth.
Fezzik points to it. "You just wiggled your finger," he says. "That's wonderful!"
"I've always been a quick healer," Westley says, giving him a look. "What are our liabilities?"
"There is but one working castle gate," Inigo tells him, lifting him up so he can see it. "And it's guarded by sixty men."
"And our assets?" Westley says.
"Your brains. Fezzik's strength. My steel."
"Impossible," Westley says, shaking his head. "If I had a month to plan, maybe, but this..."
"You just shook your head!" Fezzik says. "That doesn't make you happy?"
Westley turns his head toward Fezzik. "My brains, his steel, and your strength, and you think a little head jiggle is supposed to make me happy? Hmm?"
"There he goes being patronizing again," Autor says, scoffing.
Fezzik just smiles.
"If we only had a wheelbarrow, now that would be something," Westley says.
"Where did we put that wheelbarrow the albino had?" Inigo asks Fezzik.
"With the albino, I think," Fezzik tells him.
"Then why didn't you list that among our assets in the first place?" Westley says, sighing. "What I wouldn't give for a holocaust cloak."
Fezzik pulls one out of his shirt, and Autor laughs. "Will this do?"
"Where did you get that?" Inigo says.
"At Miracle Max's," Fezzik says. "It fit so nice, he said I could keep it."
"All right, all right," Westley says. "Come on, help me up." They prop him between them, standing, and his head falls forward. Fezzik lifts his head up. "Now, I'll need a sword."
"Why? You can hardly lift one," Inigo says.
"True, but that's hardly common knowledge, is it?" Westley says, and his head falls backwards. Fezzik lifts it up again. "Thank you. Now there may be problems once we're inside."
"I'll say," Inigo says. "How do I find the Count? Once I find him, how do I find you again? Once I find you, how do we escape?"
"Don't pester him! He's had a hard day," Fezzik says, cradling Westley's head in a hand.
"Right," Inigo says. "Sorry."
Fezzik makes Westley nod, and then the three of them start making progress along the wall. "Inigo!" Fezzik says. "I hope we win."
"I'm glad they're giving Fezzik more to do in these scenes," Autor says, finishing his tea. "He sort of disappeared at Miracle Max's."