| Context: |
Gideon secretly visits the enemy camp
to gauge what they are feeling.
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…Gideon steals around to upstage. Looks to distances here. Looks to distances there. Moves to another part of upstage. Enter two enemy downstage.
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| Enemy 1: |
Cold tonight, man. |
| Enemy 2: |
So, what else is new? |
They sit in a huddle stage front, unaware of Gideon.
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| Enemy 1: |
So, my friend, who’s your money on - Us or Them? |
| Enemy 2: |
Hey, pal, even if I win any bet, I’ll still get my throat cut. |
| Enemy 1: |
[quietly] Eina. [or Ouch.] |
| Enemy 2: |
It’s going to be more than ‘eina’ [‘ouch’] when that Israelite Gideon makes his attack. |
| Enemy 1: |
I believe he’s got 10,000 men. |
| Enemy 2: |
[resigned] Eina. [or Ouch] |
| Enemy 1: |
Have we got any chance? I mean, we’ve got evil on our side. |
| Enemy 2: |
That’s not good enough. |
| Enemy 1: |
[Thinking this over] Not…good… enough. |
| Enemy 2: |
We’ve got to be really bad. |
| Enemy 1: |
But we are that already. Wicked as we can be. |
| Enemy 2: |
How fast can you run? |
| Enemy 1: |
Will running help? |
| Enemy 2: |
Well, flying hasn’t been invented yet, so it’s got to be feet. |
| Enemy 1: |
A good thing the enemy isn’t listening to what we’re saying here. |
| Enemy 2: |
[Glancing around suspiciously] You never know these days. |
| Enemy 1: |
Can’t trust anyone. Not even you. |
| Enemy 2: |
What do you mean ‘You can’t trust me’? |
| Enemy 1: |
You might go running to the Israelites. |
| Enemy 2: |
[exploding] Why, you – |
Scamper music as the one chases the other hither, thither and off stage. |