Act III - The Dark Count

Dark Count : Hark!  Who doth goes there.

Duke Usleiva :  Why, 'tis I, Dark Count, thy fellow liege of the Baron Etez.  Is that a headless chicken thou holdest?

Dark Count :  The hour is doth late.  Why doth thou leave the fort at this hour?  King Roy warned me to watch for thee.  He said to catch thou and "bwing thee back to be wed".  ... and ignore thee mine chicken.

Duke Usleiva : Fie!  Wed?  And for nought?  Wilst thou ruin the playboy image of mine?  The ladies doth loveth the defensive side-passing rogue that is the Duke Usleiva.  Mine teeth.  Mine hair.  Like thee- Dark Count of the right wing, the ladies love me.  Oh, and seriously, I beseech thee...what with the chicken?

Dark Count : I cannot let thee leaveth.  King Roy commandeth- and I give all for the team.  Ignore thee the headless chicken.  If thou must go- then thee must fight me.


Duke Usleiva : Then fight we shalt, I must leave the fort- I do this for Master Rano, for Prince Albert, I knoweth about my Uncle.  (thou learneth to run from the chicken dothent thou).

Dark Count : DESIST about the chicken!!!!! If thou only knowest the power of the Dark Count's Side.  Baron Etez never toldeth thou what happened to thy uncle.

Duke Usleiva :  He doth toldeth me enough!  Thou hast him slain!

Dark Count : No.  I be-est thy uncle.

Duke Usleiva : Fie!   'tis impossible.

Dark Count : Searcheth thy feelings.  Thou knowest it be verily.

Duke Usleiva :  NOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOO!

Dark Count :  Duke, I am thy uncle, come joinest me and rule Liverpool as uncle and nephew.

Duke Usleiva :  NOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOO!

Dark Count :  Oh, alright then!  Can nix say I hath not tried.  Thou mayest leave the fort- but may the fort be with thee.  Adieu till next time.

Duke Usleiva : And may the fort be with thou too uncle.  I shalt seek the might Igor and bring him back to Liverpool.  I shalt bring back Baron Etez too.  Glory shall be ours.