"Oh, no, that's terrible," Autor says, furrowing his brow. "Westley should have killed him. The prince has enough resources to haunt Westley and Buttercup for the rest of their lives."
Autor tilts his head. "What happened to the wound on Westley's shoulder? It's clean now."
Inigo arrives, to Autor's cheering. "Where's Fezzik?"
"I thought he was with you," Westley says, and nearly falls.
"Help him," Inigo says to Buttercup.
"Why does Westley need helping?" Buttercup says, and Autor scoffs.
"Don't ask why he needs help, just get over there and help him," Autor says.
"Because he has no strength," Inigo says.
"I knew it! I knew you were bluffing! I knew he was..." Humperdinck says, until Inigo points his sword at his face. "... bluffing."
"Shall I dispatch him for you?" Inigo says.
"Yes," Autor says.
"Thank you, but no," Westley says. "Whatever happens to us, I want him to live a long life with his cowardice."
"Inigo!" Fezzik calls from outside. "Inigo, where are you?"
The three walk to a double window which conveniently opens. Fezzik is down at the bottom with four white horses. "Ah, there you are," Fezzik says. "Inigo, I found the prince's stable. And there they were! Four white horses. And I thought, there are four of us. If we ever find the lady. Hello, lady!"
He waves, and Buttercup smiles and waves back.
"So I took them with me," Fezzik continues. "In case we ever bumped into each other. I guess we just did."
"Fezzik, you did something right," Inigo says.
"Don't worry," Fezzik says. "I won't let it go to my head."
Buttercup leaps out the window, falling in slow motion to a harp glide and her dress fluttering in the wind. She lands in Fezzik's arms, and Westley gestures for Inigo to go next.
"You know, it's strange," Inigo says. "I have been in the revenge business for so long, now I don't know what to do with the rest of my life."
"Have you ever considered piracy?" Westley says. "You'd make a wonderful Dread Pirate Roberts." Then he falls out of the window.
"They rode to freedom," the grandfather narrates. "And Westley and Buttercup felt a wave of love. And as they reached for each other..." He leans back, shutting the book.
"What? What?" the grandson says.
"Nah, it's kissing again, you don't want to hear that."
"I don't mind so much," the grandson says, and the grandfather continues reading.
"Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that have been rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind," the grandfather says. "The End."
"Grandpa? Maybe you could come over and read it again for me tomorrow?" the grandson says.
"As you wish," the grandfather says, and the credits roll.
"Oh, now that was a good movie," Autor says, beaming. "I'll have to read the book again to see what the differences are between them."
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Date: 2015-11-28 07:00 am (UTC)Autor tilts his head. "What happened to the wound on Westley's shoulder? It's clean now."
Inigo arrives, to Autor's cheering. "Where's Fezzik?"
"I thought he was with you," Westley says, and nearly falls.
"Help him," Inigo says to Buttercup.
"Why does Westley need helping?" Buttercup says, and Autor scoffs.
"Don't ask why he needs help, just get over there and help him," Autor says.
"Because he has no strength," Inigo says.
"I knew it! I knew you were bluffing! I knew he was..." Humperdinck says, until Inigo points his sword at his face. "... bluffing."
"Shall I dispatch him for you?" Inigo says.
"Yes," Autor says.
"Thank you, but no," Westley says. "Whatever happens to us, I want him to live a long life with his cowardice."
"Inigo!" Fezzik calls from outside. "Inigo, where are you?"
The three walk to a double window which conveniently opens. Fezzik is down at the bottom with four white horses. "Ah, there you are," Fezzik says. "Inigo, I found the prince's stable. And there they were! Four white horses. And I thought, there are four of us. If we ever find the lady. Hello, lady!"
He waves, and Buttercup smiles and waves back.
"So I took them with me," Fezzik continues. "In case we ever bumped into each other. I guess we just did."
"Fezzik, you did something right," Inigo says.
"Don't worry," Fezzik says. "I won't let it go to my head."
Buttercup leaps out the window, falling in slow motion to a harp glide and her dress fluttering in the wind. She lands in Fezzik's arms, and Westley gestures for Inigo to go next.
"You know, it's strange," Inigo says. "I have been in the revenge business for so long, now I don't know what to do with the rest of my life."
"Have you ever considered piracy?" Westley says. "You'd make a wonderful Dread Pirate Roberts." Then he falls out of the window.
"They rode to freedom," the grandfather narrates. "And Westley and Buttercup felt a wave of love. And as they reached for each other..." He leans back, shutting the book.
"What? What?" the grandson says.
"Nah, it's kissing again, you don't want to hear that."
"I don't mind so much," the grandson says, and the grandfather continues reading.
"Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that have been rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind," the grandfather says. "The End."
"Grandpa? Maybe you could come over and read it again for me tomorrow?" the grandson says.
"As you wish," the grandfather says, and the credits roll.
"Oh, now that was a good movie," Autor says, beaming. "I'll have to read the book again to see what the differences are between them."