Rae cheers Inigo as well, clinking her tea cup against Autor's. "I'm so glad he got his revenge. I mean, I didn't doubt for a second that he would..." She would appreciate Autor just overlooking her trepidation and sounds of distress when Inigo was wounded repeatedly during the fight.
In the honeymoon suite, Buttercup clings to Westley. "Oh, Westley, will you ever forgive me?" "What hideous sin have you committed lately?"
"Well, nope, Westley's still kind of an ass. Inigo is confirmed for Best Character," Rae remarks, as Buttercup explains about the wedding.
Westley shakes his head a little. "Never happened." "But it did. I was there," protests Buttercup. "This old man said 'man and wife.'" "Did you say 'I do'?" Buttercup hesitates. "Um, no. We sort of skipped that part." "Then you're not married. If you didn't say it, you didn't do it."
"I wondered if that was a plot point," Rae says, happily justified in her previous shenanigans-calling.
Humperdinck appears in the doorway behind them. "A technicality that will shortly be remedied," he assures the lovers. "But first things first." The prince draws his sword. "To the death." "No!" Westley protests from his position on the bed. "To the pain." Humperdinck hesitates. "I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase." "I'll explain. And I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog-faced buffoon," Westley says, coldly. Humperdinck closes his eyes as though in pain. "That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me."
"Oh you poor baby," Rae says, unable to keep from laughing. "Poor thing. Suffering so!"
"It won't be the last," Westley assures him. "To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists, next your nose." "And then my tongue, I suppose," Humperdinck sounds almost bored. "I killed you too quickly the last time, a mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight." He moves forward. "I wasn't finished," Westley interrupts. "The next thing you lose will be your left eye, followed by your right." "And then my ears, I understand," Humperdinck says, impatiently, "let's get on with it." "Wrong!" Westley contradicts. "Your ears you keep, and I'll tell you why."
"He's sooooooo stalling for time," Rae grins, entertained. "Very clever of him, but when you know the situation, it's really obvious what he's doing."
"...every babe that weeps at your approach, ever woman who cries out 'Dear God, what is that thing?' will echo in your perfect ears. That is what "to the pain" means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever." "I think you're bluffing," Humperdinck replies, but he doesn't look so sure. "It's possible, pig. I might be bluffing," Westley replies, calmly. "It's conceivable, you miserable vomitous mass, I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. Then again, perhaps I have the strength after all." Trying to disguise the effort it takes, Wesltey stands and extends his sword in front of him, pointing it at Humperdinck. "Drop... your... sword." Humperdinck promptly drops it.
"Well, that worked surprisingly well, I think," Rae chuckles. "Though... wait..." On the screen, Buttercup is tying the prince to a chair. "When the grandfather told the kid that Humperdinck lives at the end... he really meant it, didn't he? It wasn't just a ruse to get the kid to shut up and listen to the story! Ha!"
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Date: 2015-11-28 06:39 am (UTC)In the honeymoon suite, Buttercup clings to Westley. "Oh, Westley, will you ever forgive me?"
"What hideous sin have you committed lately?"
"Well, nope, Westley's still kind of an ass. Inigo is confirmed for Best Character," Rae remarks, as Buttercup explains about the wedding.
Westley shakes his head a little. "Never happened."
"But it did. I was there," protests Buttercup. "This old man said 'man and wife.'"
"Did you say 'I do'?"
Buttercup hesitates. "Um, no. We sort of skipped that part."
"Then you're not married. If you didn't say it, you didn't do it."
"I wondered if that was a plot point," Rae says, happily justified in her previous shenanigans-calling.
Humperdinck appears in the doorway behind them.
"A technicality that will shortly be remedied," he assures the lovers. "But first things first." The prince draws his sword. "To the death."
"No!" Westley protests from his position on the bed. "To the pain."
Humperdinck hesitates. "I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase."
"I'll explain. And I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog-faced buffoon," Westley says, coldly.
Humperdinck closes his eyes as though in pain. "That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me."
"Oh you poor baby," Rae says, unable to keep from laughing. "Poor thing. Suffering so!"
"It won't be the last," Westley assures him. "To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists, next your nose."
"And then my tongue, I suppose," Humperdinck sounds almost bored. "I killed you too quickly the last time, a mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight." He moves forward.
"I wasn't finished," Westley interrupts. "The next thing you lose will be your left eye, followed by your right."
"And then my ears, I understand," Humperdinck says, impatiently, "let's get on with it."
"Wrong!" Westley contradicts. "Your ears you keep, and I'll tell you why."
"He's sooooooo stalling for time," Rae grins, entertained. "Very clever of him, but when you know the situation, it's really obvious what he's doing."
"...every babe that weeps at your approach, ever woman who cries out 'Dear God, what is that thing?' will echo in your perfect ears. That is what "to the pain" means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever."
"I think you're bluffing," Humperdinck replies, but he doesn't look so sure.
"It's possible, pig. I might be bluffing," Westley replies, calmly. "It's conceivable, you miserable vomitous mass, I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. Then again, perhaps I have the strength after all." Trying to disguise the effort it takes, Wesltey stands and extends his sword in front of him, pointing it at Humperdinck. "Drop... your... sword." Humperdinck promptly drops it.
"Well, that worked surprisingly well, I think," Rae chuckles. "Though... wait..." On the screen, Buttercup is tying the prince to a chair. "When the grandfather told the kid that Humperdinck lives at the end... he really meant it, didn't he? It wasn't just a ruse to get the kid to shut up and listen to the story! Ha!"