The Lords having a gathering except Moreau and Heisenberg are late. Alcina: "Well seeing as they couldn't — do excuse

The Lords having a gathering except Moreau and Heisenberg are late.

Alcina: “Well seeing as they couldn’t — do excuse my language — sodded to attend, shall we proc—”

The sound of footsteps approach, Heisenberg and Moreau enter looking rather happy with themselves.

Miranda: “I wouldn’t look so pleased with yourselves. I don’t appreciate lateness.”

Donna: *quietly* “Why does Moreau have a guitar..?”

Moreau: “Sorry Mother, we—”

Heisenberg: “Maybe you will after we tell you why we’re late.”

Alcina: “Oh do enthrall us with your retelling, I’m sure we’re all just DYING to hear this.”

Turning to Donna like ‘Lol they gonna be murdered’.

Heisenberg: “Oh you should be, Redwood. Moreau, if you will?”

Moreau pulls the guitar off his back and starts playing.

Miranda: *pinching the bridge of her nose*

Heisenberg: “Little while ago, me and my brother Moreau here…” gesturing to Moreau with his thumb.

“We was takin a walk down a long and… lonesome road… then all of a sudden, there shined a shiny demon… in the middle of the road.”

Alcina, sceptically: “A demon?”

Heisenberg, putting his foot on a stool: “AND HE SAID”

Moreau: “Plaaaaaaay the best song in the world, or I’ll eat your soul.”

Heisenberg: “Well me and Moreau, we looked at eachother…”

They both do just that and look at eachother.

Heisenberg: “And we each said,”

Both in unison: “Okay.”

Heisenberg kicking the stool away and sauntering over to the centre of the Lord’s meeting area,

“And we played the first thing that came to our heads, just so happend to be,”

Coming over to Alcina’s chair and clenching his fists dramatically, “It was the best song in the world…”

Going over to Donna’s seat, “It was the best song in the world!”

Giving a swish of his coat and sliding into the centre again, doing a mysterious-like gesture to his eyes, “LOOK into my eyes and it’s easy to see; one and one make two, one and two make three—”

Angie trying to add that up on her fingers.

Heisenberg drops to his knees, “It was destiny.”

Moreau dancing in with his guitar, “Once every hundred-thousand years or so—”

Heisenberg: “When the sun doth shine and the moon doth glow—”

Both: “And the grass doth groooooow.”

Alcina: “Right… well… do you really expect—”

Heisenberg standing up with suddenness and leaping up to Alcina’s chair, putting a finger over her lips,

“Needless to say the beast was stunned…”

Alcina in her head, 'The fuck did he just call me?’

Heisenberg, swatting Alcina’s hat off her head, “AH WHIP-CRACK went his whippy tail!”

Dropping off the chair, “And the beast was done…”

He saddles up next to Mother Miranda’s chair, leaning an elbow on it, “He asked us…”

Moreau with a snort: “Be you angels?”

Heisenberg going back to rejoin Moreau, “And we said—”

Both: “Nay. We are but men!”

Heisenberg rips his shirt open, “ROCK”

Doing a power stance while Moreau shreds the guitar, “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! AAAAAAhh-AAhh-Aah! Ohhh, woah, ah-woah-oh!”

Miranda who is still pinching her brow, “And I suppose this is that song, yes?”

Heisenberg: “This is not the greatest song in the world, no. This is just a tribute. Couldn’t remember the greatest song in the world, no. This is just a tribute.”

Proceeding onto do skat out of jibberish and more power notes, Moreau fucking tearing the guitar up until smoke comes off of it and they finish by smashing it off the ground, thrusting their hands in the air like 🤘🤘

Alcina and Miranda: ….

Donna and Angie: *loud clapping*