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[The Holo Magi first draught.]
Act Three Scene Six.]

Albinio - Now, be careful of what you touch,
here. This corner is a museum of the Magi's
past achievements; you need to get a feel for
his ideas and history before you confront him
with your master plan, in his laboratory
testing fields, amongst his advanced machines.
Eduardo - From time to time in the hedgemaze I heard
whispers on the lilting, cool, fresh breeze.
Albinio - Was the name of Halah patrolling the
hanging garden of Babylon microclimates. $10
Bernardo - This is your church, and you have vandalised
the outer panel - we are deeply honoured.
Albinio - Such flattery of that order does not sweep
past everyday. The steamed coppers of
royalty keep my feet on the ground. The
Holo Magi has cut me off, but I'm not cut up.
He has the gown of invisibility. I was asleep
during the early hours of that breakthrough.
Eduardo - If I had a gown of invisibility, which would
surely be superior to a cocaine high, I would $20
walk up and down the streets of Medellin
squeezing boobs and fingering slots.
Bernardo - I would pick pockets all day long and
put a pleasure boat on three month lay by.
Eduardo - In other words, there is no gown of
invisibility, alas. Never mind, amigo.
Albinio - There is! There is! It's all clouds of nanorobots
and two way mirrors when the Holo Magi
is about. I can't breathe! Let go! Let go!
Bernardo - Let him go. Just the two pistol whips. His $30
water melon brain looks fit to burst.
Albinio - My head is full of sea horses. They'd die
on contact with fresh air!
Eduardo - Sea horses are a gambler's luck sign. We
know people in that racket, poor mad melonhead.
Bernardo - And I say, on the balance, we need no
invisible gown, the mules' overdose was by
a misadventure of the gut, and they would not
tip a waiter on a dollar an hour so much as a
dollar, actively sought discount tourguides $40
fresh out on parole to tell their uni friends
back home that powerless as they might be,
at home, they lorded in the third world.
Eduardo - Before I goose you, Albinio...is this where
the Holo Magi originally feathered his own nest?
Bernardo - We've only got the few cocaine seeds left-
it's giving me the shakes how poorly placed
we are. We have to kiss backsides everywhere.
Eduardo - You love being pistol whipped.
Bernardo - You don't know what you're dealing with. $50
The three headed dog was nothing.
He'll break your legs to make you taller
in splints and racks, he'll smack your teeth
out with a chisel to build you better teeth,
all without anaesthetic, so that in agony you
see it is no sleight of hand. You'll cry at
the top of your lungs that pain is a small price.
Eduardo - Enough is enough is enough is enough! Do
up the velcro at the back for me.
Bernardo - On anyone else, it would be an artst's smock, $60
or a madman's strait jacket, but upon you it is
styley. You're the clotheshorse.
Albinio - They're bulletproof jackets, one of the early
creations of the Holo Magi, all spider silk and
albatross feathers melted down and recast in
warps. He could kill you with the morse code
blink of his eye. All his instruments talk to
each other in morse code. All his spirits, like
Orb communicate schedules, exits and entrances
in high pitched taptap tapping. $70
Albinio - Then surprise will be our weapon. The Magi
has decided we shall come a certain way, but
we'll disorder his vector. It won't be theft,
but assimilation of the close at hand.
Eduardo - Albinio, we're fanboys in uzis and bullet
proof jackets, keeping things simple for the parts.
Bernardo - There's only one fashion statement we want to
make, trillion dollar bank accounts - world
domination would stir up the interest of out
and out psychotic crooks. $80
Eduardo - We'll launder through acts of philanthropy,
a returned nazi artefact here or there, from
mobile phones on the jetties of Lake Geneva.
Cretin, lead us on, and on and on.
Albinio - O but I do, I do. He'll expel us from the world
of primates, I'm sure - he'll give us observer
status as tarsiers and lemurs. The heartbreak!
I'd rather have a swollen head and the grand mal,
than a little pea brain in an egg cup.

[End of Act Three, Scene Six, first draught.]