Various FFMLers stand, observing a moving line of Mokonators, 
each of the antic bunny droids carries some item of 
house goods on it's head.

Enter Horatio, Sir Kleppe, and Sir Williamson


Horatio: "Look you there sirs, and see."

Sir Kleppe: "Mokonators! Marching in single column."

Sir Williamson: "And, as you said Horatio, 
bearing apon their heads these many articles of the Princes household."

Horatio: "Could they be yours sir?"

Sir Williamson: "Nay, my Mokonators yet quest in divers places,
seeking to bring our fellows in the FFML cheer."

Sir Kleppe: "Look there, the Prince approaches."


Enter Jim, Prince of Rant


Horatio: "How now my prince, 
and what makest thou of these thy Mokonators?"

Jim: "They are my movers, Horatio.  
Behold, from this fine FFML, I soon shall unsubscribe."

Horatio: "What!"

Sir Kleppe: "No!'

Various FFMLers: "HUZZAH!"
                 "FREEDOM FROM MOKONATORS!"
                 "GET THEE GONE QUICKLY, RANTING FOOL!"
                 "BURMA SHAVE!"

Jim: "Only that last taunt causes me to cringe,
But were good service done me, even if hate to hear it.
'nere the less, I SHALL RETURN!"

Various FFMLers: "AAWWWWWWWW!  NUTS!"

Sir Williamson: "Shall we not hear thy explanation?"

Jim: "But of course.  I have accepted a new job, 
and must relocate and retrain.  Two to Four
months shall I be absent, while I move out
of my current place and find a new one, and
while I qualify to stand my new watches.
But when these things are done, I shall once more 
the FFML's revels keep."

Sir Williamson: "Some of us shall miss thee,
so hurry to return."

Jim: "I shall indeed, but for now, I must depart.
Move ye my marker on thy map, Sir Kleppe, to Prospect Harbor, Maine.
THE PRINCE OF RANT GOES FORTH!"

Exuant Sir Kleppe, Sir Williamson, Horatio and Prince Jim, in that
order.

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Bye-Bye

Jim Nutley