(Enter QUEEN ANOREXIA, with her train. She sees Gnu's prostate. I mean, prostrate form, wails loudly and falls upon it, weeping!!)

Q: Oh woe! Oh heaven! Oh hell! Oh bleary heartburn! Oh, Damn! What nightmare foul is this! I am undone! My love, my love, I pray the stir and return to stir again! For never was a pot so stirred as mine by thee!! Oh, saints, he was all my joy, and I though thin would with him feel more full than fat! He filled me, and you have him ta'en from me! Oh, foul! Oh, fie!

Train: WHooooo! Whooooo!

Q: And will you not rise again? Oh, say 'tis not so! Your rising was ever the best of you! I cannot bear it now, and will not have the chance again!! How shall I live with no Gnu? With my days full of miscreants, and nothing Gnu? Oh, good Gnu this is bad news indeed!! I am broken!! Bad news, and bad Gnu!! I will join thee anon!!

(QUEEN ANOREXIA plunges a dagger into her bosom and falls over the body of Gnu). (Train shuffles off stage right, chuffing).