ACT I
SCENE I. Montego Bay. A tank in a wet lab.
BEIGE BIVALVE at his post. Enter to him CROWN CONE (Conus regius)
BEIGE BIVALVE
Who’s there?
CROWN CONE
Nay, answer me: stand and unfold yourself.
BEIGE BIVALVE
I mustn’t. A clam’s shell is its only protection from predat’rs.
CROWN CONE
Beige Bivalve?
BEIGE BIVALVE
He.
CROWN CONE
Thee wilt treadeth carefully at this hour.
BEIGE BIVALVE
I shall not treadeth at all. I has’t nay legs, thee seeth.
CROWN CONE
Thee needeth not forks to walketh, a foot shall doth fine!
CROWN CONE advances towards BEIGE BIVALVE at a rateth of sev’ral centimeters per minute
BEIGE BIVALVE
Thee villain! What treach’ry is this? What art thee doing with thy radula?
CROWN CONE
(Stabbing him)
What, you West Indian Sea Egg?
BEIGE BIVALVE
Dies, unhinges to bewray barren shell.

CROWN CONE
With the Beige Bivalve gone, mine own progeny and I shalt ruleth the wet lab! A new era em’rges!

“The moment the Crown became the King”

Written by Samuel