YUG ~ Hemohemo Ch. 01

YUG’s Hemohemo, Chapter 1. From Range Murata’s Robot Vol. 1.

No more Republic. No more Rabbits. Only us.

First Gypsy Down the Street:

All hail, holstein! hail to thee, scanner of Good!

Second Gypsy Down the Street:

All hail, holstein! hail to thee, cleaner of Good!

Third Gypsy Down the Street:

All hail, holstein! that shalt be queen hereafter!

honey_bunny:

holstein, why do you start; and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair?— I’ the name of truth,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace and great prediction
Of noble having and of royal hope,
That she seems rapt withal:—to me you speak not:
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow, and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favors nor your hate.

First Gypsy Down the Street:

Hail!

Second Gypsy Down the Street:

Hail!

Third Gypsy Down the Street:

Hail!

First Gypsy Down the Street:

Lesser than holstein, and greater.

Second Gypsy Down the Street:

Not so happy, yet much happier.

Third Gypsy Down the Street:

Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
So all hail, holstein and honey!

First Gypsy Down the Street:

holstein and honey, all hail!

holstein:

If these perfect speakers are breathing truth…

[holstein cattle-prods honey, orders him to be locked in a box, the box encased in cement, and tossed into the Atlantic.]

First Gypsy Down the Street:

Damn yo, that was whack cold-blooded shit.

[Exeunt.]

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