TheThirdOrangeInLine

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YOU! Hello. You still remember me, right? RIGHT!? I'm the one that drew you a farting penguin in your yearbook. LOL!

ohay i know you

~*~*FABRE CHAN*~*~
Here's what I have for the script so far.

Faber is sitting, humming "Meet me in St. Louis" and suddenly sees Montag.
F: You're a few weeks too late, Montag.
M: It seems you've replaced your cowardliness with wit, Faber.
F: Seems you're as sharp as ever, how are you?
M: [Sarcastically] Rather fine, my good sir. I've met a few scholars.
F: No need to get so snippy. *cutting newspaper article* Who did you meet?
M: Among them, a man named Granger.
F: Did any books survive? I heard the town was bombed. How did you escape?
M:Like you said, the river.
F: You swam?
M: Drifted, actually. Not swam.
F: Any books?
M: You seem to be avoiding the topic.
F: Am I? I apologize. I've had to blend in with a low-attentive society.
M: When I had finally escaped from it...
F: Ignore me. Please, go on.
M: With what we began with, Granger. Granger is Plato's Republic. Like to read Marcus Aurelius? Mr. Simmons is Marcus. They all are. Aristophanes and Mahatma Gandhi and Gautama Buddha and Confucius and Thomas Love Peacock and Thomas Jefferson and Mr. Lincoln. They are also Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.
F: And you? What are you?
M: Me? I'm the Book of Ecclesiastes.
F: Well, we've been getting ahead of ourselved. How did you fight off the mechanical hound?
M: I didn't I ran him off.
F: At the river?

And that's it blablablaaaaaawwwhhhhhhhhhhh
/le awkward way to spell "Blah".