Sven: What’s going on? Why can’t we leave?
Thorn: I’m about to find out. Stay back.
. . .
Violet: What’s out there, sir? Hostage-taker? Is something on fire?
Thorn: No . . .
. . . the whole hall is blocked by this mass of overgrown plants.
Act I – End
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Here’s your petard Sven, start hoisting.
“This wasn’t in our training manual.”
I’d be concerned if it was.
If nothing else, “What to do when trapped in a box seating area in the Royal Opera Hall by vines” would be an overly-specific protocol.
Well I guess we’ll be adding a new chapter when this is over.
Whole hall … so maybe it does block more balconies and not just theirs.
Blocked by plants, you say? So they’d-
♪Better wait a minute, better hold the phone,
You’d better mind your manners, better change your tone,
Don’t you threaten me, Thorn; you got a lot of gall,
We’re going to do things my way or we won’t do things at all!
You don’t know what you’re messing with, you have no idea,
You don’t know what you’re looking at, when you’re looking here,
You don’t know what you’re up against, no, no way, no how,
You don’t know what’s obstructing you, but I’m going to tell you now.♪
♫I am a mean, green mother from sewer space and I’m bad,
I am a mean, green mother, I’m in this place, and I’ve blocked the way a tad,
I am a mean, green mother from sewer space, so don’t cut me back or I’ll cut to the chase,
I’m mean and green and I am BAD!!♫ …especially in shaded locations with poor drainage.
Thorn: Oh… if only I had a gardener here… one called Leif. He could… well, whichever way you look at it, things would just be better if he were here! :-3
>:=)>
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