Not really sure what happened here. Just started writing a play with nothing in mind, then called it Narwhalia, then didn't like how you had to write narrator every time. Eventually, I started trying to make it strange on Porpoise. (Ha ha... sigh... puns...)
Narrator: Here we are, zooming into a sunny day in Narwhalia. The trees are shimmering, the flowers are blooming, and every narwhal around is out and about, enjoying the warmth of the sun.
George: Ahh, how I love a stroll.
Marvin: Yes, it is quite enjoyable
Marvin took off his monocle and polished it, while George swirled his cane.
They promenaded around before stopping at a quaint little ice-cream stand, to purchase some of the creamy delicacy.
Marvin took one lick, and tipped the ice-cream out of the cone and down his shirt.
George: By golly George! What a tipper mess you got there!
Marvin laughed a jovial laugh and attempted to wipe off the mess that was his shirt.
George did a mix between a laugh and a scoff
George: Why, you can’t run about shirtless! This is Narwhalia, not some primitive planet!
Marvin: You are forgetting, we are primates. Wait… no we are cetacea.
George: Maybe you are a primate! Forgetting your own order! Disgusting!
And with a humph, George waltzed away, never going back to help his friend clean up.
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