Remedial Theatre presents:
COCKDIAN'S Othello ...
Act I, Scene Four
(in the Italian village of Compton)
KOBEAGO: (driving Lamborghini) Man, you shoulda seen that fatass when Des sprayed him in the face! Kazaam!
LeBRONO: Wait. You left Des there with those three?
KOBEAGO: Ease up, Mower. She's gonna service them, if you know what I mean.
LeBRONO: Asshole! Stop using my woman to fight your battles! And it's "Moor."
KOBEAGO: Chill out, homes. Now where's this other homeboy you say will help us out?
LeBRONO: Just down the block.
(KOBEAGO guides the Lamborghini down the street. Eventually they stop in front of a small townhouse. Grunting noises emerge from inside.)
KOBEAGO: (jumping out) OK, let's get the dude.
LeBRONO: Ease up a minute. Now, don't mispronounce this dude's name, or he gets sorta crazy. Here's how you say it ... (LeBRONO hands KOBEAGO an old arrest warrant with writing on the back.)
KOBEAGO: Heh, heh.
LeBRONO: Don't do it, man.
(They walk to the door and ring the bell.)
KOBEAGO: Let's ding-dong-ditch him.
LeBRONO: Grow the **** up. (A grunt comes through the speaker.) Hey, man, it's Bronbron.
(The lock release buzzes, and the two walk inside.)
ARTESTICLES: Hey, Bron. Who's the loser?
KOBEAGO: (raising hands) See these rings? You got one?
LeBRONO: Never mind that ****. Hey, ArtestiCLEES, (looks at KOBEAGO, then back), these crackers and their thug keep hassling us. Think you can go Dee-troit on their asses?
ARTESTICLES: Dunno, my man. I'm a rapper, not a fighter.
KOBEAGO: If that **** you were spewin' is rap, then I'm Andrew Marvell.
LeBRONO: Who?
KOBEAGO: Never mind. So, Artie, are you in or out?
ARTESTICLES: Don't cross me, dude. But I guess I'm in.
LeBRONO: Great! So what now?
KOBEAGO: I say we hit the dance floor!