Thursday, September 11, 2014

GAME OF GNOMES - Parody (SKETCH #9)


GAME OF GNOMES

Renée A. Hermiz

INT. IRON THRONE ROOM – DAY

VARYS
Sire, I’ve just received word that there’s a
gnome in your quarters.

JOFFREY
A gnome, you say? Who put it there?

VARYS
There are whispers that it may have
been your uncle, Lord Tyrion.

JOFFREY
Chop off his head! The gnome’s I mean … I’ll
deal with the dwarf later.

VARYS
As you wish, Sire—

JOFFREY
And send the head to Lady Sansa in a box.  I’m going to give it to her as a wedding present—

Enter TYRION with a bong and a jug of wine.

TYRION
You’ll do no such thing.  That gnome is an ingenious invention.

VARYS
Oh?  How so?

TYRION
I’ve just discovered that milk of the poppy can smoke through it – like a poppy burner – and can get you high in an instant.  It’d be a shame to waste it on a little girl that wouldn’t know how to appreciate it—

JOFFREY
She’ll do as I command and appreciate it … if I want. Besides, she’s flowered and there are other things in this room that are littler …

Varys looks down at his pants.  Tyrion looks at Varys.  Joffrey looks at Tyrion.

VARYS
(to Tyrion)
I can only assume he meant you, in this case. Just the same, if it please my Lord, we’d best not off the gnome’s head. I’m rather curious as to how it performs this function.

TYWIN enters very high, pants down to his ankles, carrying the smoking gnome.

TYWIN
Tyrion, is this how you shame your father?

TYRION
What did I do?  Always blame the dwarf!

TYWIN
You placed a gnome with your disgusting
habit inside this castle, so potent, I could smell it all the way in the privy. It trapped the fumes, increasing the intensity— I hardly made it out without falling over—

VARYS
Indeed, my Lord, you’ve not even managed to pull up your breeches.

TYWIN
You’ll keep your mouth shut and get
me large quantities of food this instant before I use this gnome to discover what makes a eunuch cry out.

 VARYS
Put it that way and I might just stay—

TYWIN
--out!

Varys exits.  JAIME and BRIENNE enter, high and laughing, eating turkey legs and using them to sword fight.

JAIME
Father, the castle walls were breeched—

BRIENNE
But, the invaders were too high to fight!

Brienne and Jaime laugh uncontrollably.  Tywin joins in despite himself and Tyrion snickers.

TYWIN
You mean there are more of these poppy gnomes smoking around?

TYRION
If all the world were high on gnome, it’d be a better place. I’ve scattered them all over Westeros — Joff, what are you doing?

JOFFREY
One poppy, two poppy, three poppy leeches—
I’m flicking leeches to see if they’re too high to suck on things. 

TYRION
And why are you doing that?

TYWIN
Because he’s a Lannister.  And that’s what Lannisters do to protect the family.

TYRION
I’ve just saved the Kingdom with these brilliant poppy smoking gnomes.  Joffrey
tosses high leeches about the room and somehow I am being preached at about what it means to protect the family?  Father, just when have you gone out of your way for us?

TYWIN
The day I met her.

Enter SHAE and CERSEI.

SHAE
My lion!

Both Tyrion and Tywin look up. Joffrey flicks a leech.  It lands on Cersei’s face. Cersei grabs Jaime’s turkey leg to shove it in Shae’s mouth. Shae chokes on the bone and dies.

CERSEI
Li-on that, whore.

Cersei peels the leech off her face.

JAIME
(to Brienne, re the turkey leg)
Tougher than Valyrian steel.

Jaime and Brienne burst out laughing onto the floor.

CERSEI
You see, father? I’ve the intellect here.  I should have the gnome in my chambers.

TYWIN
Quiet, before I marry you off to your own
son and increase the nasty rumors about you and your brother—

TYRION
--and the gnome. (giggles) Gnome is coming.

TYWIN
You’re even more disgusting than your habits.

Enter Varys.

VARYS
My Lords … my Ladies … I’ve just received word that Danaerys Stormborn and her dragons are prancing about Westeros eating gnomes.

JOFFREY
Chop off their heads!  And put them in a room with Lady Sansa.  I want to see if their dead skulls get her high.

VARYS
An interesting approach, my King.

BRIENNE
Has eating the gnomes gotten them high on poppy smoke?

Jaime and Brienne go into hysterics, rolling on the floor.

VARYS
It doesn’t seem to have much effect on Danaerys … or her dragons.  They were high-ons already.  Although, it does seem that the dragons are now not only blowing fire, but blowing out the poppy of the gnome with such potency, everyone’s high.

TYWIN
Because she’s a Targaryan … and Targaryans
do what they can to get their people high.

TYRION
Are we forgetting that I’m the one that invented the poppy gnomes? Of course we are—

TYWIN
--because you’re a dwarf … and dwarfs do what they can to fuck up the family.

BLACKOUT.










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