Evil Monkey:
“There will be blood“, Jeff. There will be blood.
Jeff:
There will be blood, Evil Monkey. There will be blood.
Evil Monkey:
It might not be your blood. It might not be today. It might not be tomorrow. It might be yesterday. But there will be blood.
Jeff:
I’m pretty sure it will be your blood—and it will be today.
Evil Monkey:
I’d much prefer it be your blood. Much, much more than my blood. But: there will be blood!
Jeff:
Blood there will be.
Evil Monkey:
Will be blood, there.
Jeff:
There. Blood. Be will.
Evil Monkey:
Blood. There.
Jeff:
Blood will.
Evil Monkey:
Do you have a will?
Jeff:
No. I have blood.
Evil Monkey:
You should have a will.
Jeff:
Why?
Evil Monkey:
There will be blood!
Jeff:
But it will be your blood.
Evil Monkey:
My blood isn’t your blood type so if there is blood and it is your blood, I will not be able to save you with my blood.
Jeff:
If it is your blood and I have a chance to save you with my blood, I will save my blood for a time when there will be blood and it will be my blood.
Evil Monkey:
Keep your blood, knave. Keep your goddamn effing blood.
Jeff:
I will, sir. I will keep my goddamn effing blood. Do you know why?
Evil Monkey:
Because it is your blood and not mine and it may be that there will be blood one day…and it will be yours?
Jeff:
No. Because in 40 years there will be no electricity, we will be sharpening sticks for swords, and any electronic book will have disappeared magically…like magic.
Evil Monkey:
Signed “the curmudgeon”…in blood.
Jeff:
Your blood.