The Whitest Kids U'Know2007

Englishman #2:
Yes, yes, you still pee, and I still stand. And I can stand here all night, for I am unemployed.

Englishman #1:
Ah, as it is with me.

Englishman #2:
Ah-ha! Then you shan't long afford this errand boy to supply you with your future pee stream.

Englishman #1:
[thinks] I shall offer him sexual favors.

Englishman #2:
Sexual favors? But he's just a boy!

Englishman #1:
But we are British.

Englishman #2:
Touch?. And yet you overlook something. How do you plan to perform these sexual favors you intend to promise this boy if your genitalia is indefinitely committed to the act of peeing upon my person?

Englishman #1:
I happen to know that the child enjoys golden showers.

Englishman #2:
Ah-ha! Then his face will have to interrupt your pee stream, thus freeing my leg of its flow.

Englishman #1:
Ah. The boy will take up the act of peeing upon your leg, and I in turn will pee upon his face.

Englishman #2:
You clever devil. The game is on.

[They shake hands]

Englishman #1:
It's a gentleman's challenge. May the best man win.

Narrator:
We all know the story by now. William Shakespeare and Sir Francis Bacon continued on that way and their final plays they were working on were never finished. They battled on into the night. Spring turned to summer, summer to fall, fall to winter. Centuries passed, then millennia. Empires rose and fell, suns exploded. JFK was assassinated and then re-born in Argentina. Thirty-eight years later, he died in infancy of cholera. But I digress... enough about our former president who now walks the streets as a bizarre half-shadow, half-man named "Tankra" whose only fear is the light and only joy the dark... but again, I digress... for as we all know, to speak Tankra's name is to to summon her awful presence.