Peter, when you are in earnest, you are definitely in ernestGiacomo- We must haste home. I fear some dire consequence hangs on this night, should I not come quickly to my computer!
Bonguano- What pricks thy heels to such sharp report? Only a PC? Thou might conclude thy round of Command and Conquer in the morning, when jocund day stands tip-toe in the petunias, peering through the window at the naked, blushing dawn!
Gia.- 'Tis not the computer itself that hurries me, Bonguano, but a certain fish that lurks within the still pool of the glistening screen.
Bon.- Ha! What manner of fish doth so disport itself for thy pleasure? Methinks it be one who does not bite the bait, but baits thee with its bytes?
Gia.- Thou speakst true, Bonguano, for this fish is the very Mudcat that swims the depths of the cyber stream and is not caught, but catches those who pursue him.
Bon.- Then methinks he is a most dangerous fish indeed!
Gia.- Not so, for he doth, in catching fisherman, bless them with such worthy thoughts and music that they would not be free of him!
Bon.- Then, my friend, I myself shall be a fisherman for this fish!
Gia.- Then count thee, and me, among those upon the stringer!
(in laughter, they exit stage right)