To set the scene:
The “roof” man (For story purposes ‘Dumbkopf’
note: dumbkopf means stupidhead in german) entered the main foyer of the anthropophagi’s cave. It was there that he met with his friends, beautifully clad in festive Scottish attire, with extravagantly-cut and tailored holes for his eyes and mouth.
The anthropophagi led Dumbkopf to another one of his dear guests, Mr. Collins, to introduce them. Mr. Collins had just entered the wonderfully lit chamber, and their eyes met in wedlock. Suddenly, Collins strides to Dumbkopf, full of ardour, and proclaimed his newfound love for the dashing man.
“Nothing remains but for me but to assure you in the most animated language of the violence of my affection.”
“Roof!” was his candid response. Collins eyes widened in complete disbelief, but he quickly and ever-so-suavely recovered himself.
“I am therefore, by no means, discouraged by what you have just said; and shall hope to lead you to the alter ere long.”
At that exact moment, an unearthly figure caught his eye. Linda gracefully approached the center of the room, with her beautifully radiant undulating haunches. As she majestically waddled toward the food, Mr. Collins was drawn to her frivolous soul and wonderfully pneumatic presence. Sultrily, Linda pulled Mr. Collins aside and began to whisper in his ear when they were so rudely interrupted by a tall strange man.
“What macaroons? I thought they were forbidden here.” It was then that Linda shoved Mr. Collins out of the way and proclaimed that she loved macaroons. She and Mr. Rank then walked off into the glory of a setting sun, a violin faintly heard in the distance.
The sound of hooves is then heard as Mr. Darcy appears on his gallant black horse. He dismounts his horse and strides over to his long-time rival, Mr. Rochester. He is startled by the overwhelming beauty of the leashed creature at his side.
He whispers to himself a little too loudly, “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
Rochester yanks Bertha to his side, “The glamour of inexperience is over your eyes, and you see it through a charmed medium.”
Darcy and Rochester break out in mortal combat. Rochester somehow is able to pin Darcy down with his good arm as he slowly waves his incinerated arm towards Darcy’s eyeball.
Rochester chants, “Like it if you can, like it if you dare.”
Then, right in the midst of combat, a proclamation to have a solidarity service came from the corner where the anthropophagi stood. The voice sounded desperate for the fighting to be over. Somewhere, someone began to sing:
Orgy-porgy ford and fun
Kiss the girls and make them one
Boys at rest and girls at peace
Orgy-porgy gives release.
It was Bertha that interrupts the point of atonement to pour lighter fluid she had found onto Rochester. Flames ignite, and our ball comes to an end.