SSovereign
The Council of 13 has reviewed your request and it is denied. You are to commit no acts of vengeance against the Monarch. It matters not that you were dumped. And that's kinda... you know...
SSovereign
May I suggest you start a journal? There you could pour out your woes upon the tears-stained pages of "dear diary."
That is an excellent suggestion, my liege.
SSovereign
Or maybe go jogging with friends.
I shall do just that! You honor me, my master.
SSovereign
So I have your word then? No movement on the Monarch?
SSovereign
Excellent! Well, I'm glad we got this wrapped up! I've got a wedding to get to... oh, uh... I'm gonna go.
(Phantom Limb's helicopters descend on The Cocoon seconds before the priest declares The Monarch and Dr. Girlfriend man and wife)
PLPhantom Limb on Video screen
Monarch, this is the Phantom Limb. You are surrounded.
[various henchmen are crawling around in pain, there are bachelor party decorations torn up on the walls]
2#24
Oy, he's gonna kill us. Maybe if we beg for mercy.
2#21
Oh god, let him. It would be such sweet release from this torture we've brought upon ourselves. Oh fuck it, you kill me. Just don't hit my head or make too much noise doing it.
I have an idea, chunk. :[the camera pans over to reveal Brock is in a holding cell] You open this door and I'll kill ya.
2#21
What. Did. We. DO?!?
2#24
Oh shit, I thought I dreamt that part.
[Snarling] David...Bowie.
Brock Samson. It's been a while.
Not long enough. Your lucky I don't kill you right here after what you pulled in Berlin.
[Iggy Pop and Klaus Nomi jump in front of Bowie, acting as his bodyguards]
[Phantom Limb is outside his garden bird shooting]
Apparently, you lost your hearing as well as your arms. I said I'm getting married to your girlfriend!
You surprise me, Limb. You're taking this pretty well. I thought you'd try to kill me.
I'm no fool, Monarch. You don't live with a woman and not know when this is coming. You don't dine on the bounty of a woman's flesh and not know what she's thinking.
You don't drive your manhood over and over into a woman and...
Yes, stop. I get it! Just give me her shit and let me go. She needs something old.
In due time. I thought we'd have a nice chat first. There's one. [Shoots Mr. Monday]
Oh yes. You two were in prison together, were you not?
I saw him... around. I think.
You'd be surprised at the array of wildlife here on the grounds. Wonder what other game we could scare up. [Shoots Dr. Septapus out of the tree]
Oh, don't tell me, Not another one of your former prison mates? What are the odds? [Shoots him again]
All right, Limb. What's going on here?
Just disposing of some vermin. Terrible, the havoc they can wreak on a meticulously manicured lawn, you know. [Shoots White-Noise]
OK, OK, fine. So what did you do? Bust all these guys out of jail just to show me how ruthless you are?
What do you take me for, a common thug? Of course not. I hired them an excellent appeals attorney. And there he is.
[Tiny Attorney appears naked out of the bush]
Please! Phantom Limb! I did everything you asked!
[Phantom Limb shoots him]
I'm a reasonable man, Monarch. But don't think for a moment that I will forget this. Revenge, like gazpacho soup is best served cold, precise and merciless.
Oh, yeah. You can never have enough precision in your soup. Look, nut-job, I hate these traitorous dinks more than you do! So shoot whoever you want.
[Phantom Limb intensely points the shotgun at Monarch’s face]
Go. Her shit is by the door in a box marked ”Hers.”
