Twitter plays, part CLXXXVI
It’s Twitter Plays CLXXXVI! And before we start, we got this fantastic tweet:
@nyneofuturists I’m turning one of my twitter plays into a full length.Thanks for the inspiration.— Kate Mickere (@katemickere) October 22, 2012
So, this week’s assignment was: write a 1-tweet play that features GIBBERISH. Or, as @BostonCourtput it: “so basically you’re asking us to just tweet.”
Here are your plays starting with @HeidiHandelsmanand the woes of psychic dating.
1: Nonsense, I say! 2: Try hairshirt. And Velcro. 1: Don’t let them know. 2: Mustard, and fulcrum. 1: (whisper) See to it.
MITTENS: When I’m elected president …
Moderator: Afghanistan position? Mitt: I love rugs. I keep them in binders. Fire rug teachers! Too much love makes the baby go blind.
You: différance, difference, différance, difference Me: supplement
Codger: fund socks diff diff dickcissel disks whir civil? Coco: nc coded click skip sox SOS vids. Sick Cossack.
A: What the hell happened to you? What’s the matter? B: budamuhbudamuhzzz A: Jesus you look shellshocked. B: mrrrhrrrhrrrhurtsz!!
2 from @mightytoycannon:
A: What’s your plan? B: I have a 5 point plan: 1) Glert; 2) Blarf; 3) Kazzang; 4) Biffle; & 5) Zerg. A: Makes no sense. B: So?
A: Why are you sad? B: Hnng. A: Can I help? B: Unngha. A: Okay, I’m leaving then. B: Wait! A: What? B: Nrrrf.
*3 long haired bearded high voiced muscians enter* 1: Im Maurice! 2: Im Robin! 3.Mi llama Miguel! *Sing Night Fever*
Mother: Mexican music makes me happy. (silence) Me: New years ago, did we throw it up? (Both touch glasses, smile and sip.)
LADY MACGIBBERISH: Out, out damn blehma-blehma-shoo-shoo!
A (bragging)/Charles and I just got back from two weeks on the Isle of Gibber. B/How was it? A/”Schlangy trook inapi.”(exits) B/Snob.
Put two or more politicians from different parties on a stage. Let them improvise. (Name of the play: “Debate”.)
Her: Honey, do you think the milk’s off? Him: Humming mall bloater didn’t wish clock. Her: (pause) Yeah. Down the sink.
yogi: guru, what is the secret to happiness? G: #%*^ Y: I don’t understand. G: exactly
3 from @QualeSuperPower:
Rtl: micmakabible himstimberpops ostigocrif albadazers chulithorp. Shtz: bliffen aramagglin hobery daywobwobs. Ljp: the soft I know
Flup: the hordorbs sent a squadron of pippleclips. Gerty: WAVE THE ELDERLY AS FLAGS Quale: The trandillang waits for no rishuM!
Hermal: What say I pop a pint of poodle food for fine fancy dinner date Durango. Manulia: Introducing the herbly hoppless mip!
A: Have you met my friend “@QualeSuperPower” ? B: no, hello! “@QualeSuperPower”: hackwash stimperlitz B: Quite!
1: I couldn’t tell if she said her name was Lyssa, Alyssa or Melissa. 2: That’s not gibberish; that’s an audiology visit.
Dan: urmph hmerneedo mph glarphum! Ann: Excuse me? Dan: (swallows) This burrito is awesome!
A:Bliddle iddle b’gang?B:Kwajee?A:Kayble b’gang t’ping bidgee proop? B[angry]:FROJ?!A:Oh! t’ping BINDGEE proop!B:Ah!Squalo. [beckons]
(Curtain up) A politician speaks. (Curtain down)
Yep… And that is our ender for this week!
Again, leave more plays in the comments if we left them out, or direct message us at Twitter: @nyneofuturists.