An uncarefully chosen extract might read:
FIRST VOICE: Wise words, my dear Jeremy. There are always buttons to be scrubbed. It will be hours until the arrival of the furies bearing wormwood, woodbines, and sandwich-spread sandwiches spread thinly upon thinly-sliced slices of white bread—for immediate consumption. What are you doing here upon this stage bearing an implausible likeness to the Liver Building? Tell us again who chained you here and what you would like to be doing.
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