(Sketch 3, 4) After the Storm, Romans
Sketch 3. After the Storm

Grumpy:  Did we drown them
Action:     No its was a close run thing but, no. 
Grumpy:  Where are they now.
Smooth:   Removing fish from their pants, shivering wet and cold and wondering why they ever left home.
Grim:       Good, now Legion, he has progressed from bad to really bad I understand.
Action:    Indulged himself in too many activities we suggested.
Grim:      Could be dangerous if the Eternal lights son gets to close. Might spark pitying pleading for mercy.
Grumpy:  No he’s far beyond his help. I took him some ice cream today, special flavour, hate, bile and anger with strawberry.
Action:     He’s safe in a grave, so to speak, hidden from view. Eternal light will have no interest in him.
Grim:       No roman patrols around to finish him off again. That would be a shame.
Grumpy:  Yeah shame, real shame. Soldiers are powerless with our strength in him.
Grim:       Remember the first law of devilry. 
Smooth:    Demonic rule number 1. They must
All Devils     Never really see us, never knows it’s our voice. (as they go off)
                Never be known 
                Never be seen
                Let the victim take the blame
               We got the power we……….. got the power, ………yeah.
               Let the victim take the blame.
                      …………………Let the victim take the blame.
 
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Sketch 4. Why don't the Roman powers do something? 

Narrator: Rome, the power of Rome, controls and dominates the region. 
Two Romans meet to discuss a problem.
Legio: Imperial rank. 4,500 men
Cohort Commander: 480 men

Comm.  Sir a terrorist is on the loose. 
Legio.   A terrorist ….. Tiberius Caesar giving you a hard time.
Comm.    No…. it’s a real terrorist, uncontrollable, a miserable self harming wretch, runs about                                                                             naked and cries night and day. Threatens travelers and upsets the wealthy citizens.
Legio.     Send in the new cohort.
Comm.   I did, it was hopeless.
Legio.     What!
Comm.   They trussed him up like a packaged pilchard with chains. He just broke the chains.
Legio.     Get stronger chains then. Swift execution. Solved.
Comm.   The men fled. Not even the gods could control this one.
Legio.     Arrh yes Gods, this messiah from Nazareth any more reports.
Comm.   No probably wiped out in the storm, nothing but debris, 
              bodies a few smashed up boats along the coast now.
Legio.     He was on the lake in the storm. Obviously not in touch with reality. 
              Messiah my sainted aunt. What will we get next.
Comm.    Pity though we could have put the terrorist against the messiah and see what happened.
Legio.     No contest, the terrorist every time.  
Comm.    Strength and power that’s what counts.
Legio.      Strength and power. Rome.
Both:        Rome!
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