Tri-bulations

Who: Shakespeare, Trisees, Wildflower.
Where: God knows.
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Lawrence Trisees stared impassively at the back of Doctor william
Shakespeare's head and wished that somehow, just somehow, he could
make the damned thing stop talking.
"Andeth then'st I but'eth found to myne dismays't" continued
Shakespeare, oblvious to the anger that was slowly building up in the
already short tempered Trisees.
Wildlfower on the other hand was listening with fascination to his
tales and had a look of permanent glee on her face. Trisees wanted
to wipe that off too, preferably with some kind of shovel.
The three of them had decided that staying in an unknown forest
waiting for the Blue Dwarf crew to just happen across them was
probably not the greatest idea to have been devised, and so decided
to pick a random direction and attempt to bump into the crew.
Admittedly this also wasn't a particularly good idea, but it was
better than doing nothing.
They'd been walking through the woods for the last three hours, of
which 2 hours and 55 minutes had been taken up by the prattling of
Shakespeare. Trisees was close to having a breakdown. The bard was
constantly irritating him, and the damned doctor didn't even realise.
"Do you have to speak? I mean is it really necessary?" asked Trisees
through teeth so gritted they could have de-iced roads.
"Whys't of courseth, fair scientist brother, how elses't would'st
thou heareth my tales?" replied Shakespeare, smiling. As far as he
was concerned, Trisees was his best friend. The two of them shared
an identity, and he didn't feel closer to anyone else other than
Hazel Coffey, his beloved nurse.
"That, my *dear* doctor is the WHOLE POINT!" said Trisees, his voice
raising into a loud shout. "I don't want to hear your bloody
stories! They are the pathetic refuse from the tainted and warped
imagination in the peanut like brain of yours! I can't stand you!"
Shakespeare's face became crestfallen and he looked at the ground.
Silence reigned and the three walked forward a little more, passing
huge trees and small shurbs and rambling deeper into the unknown. The
three all avoiding eye contact as they trekked onwards.
"That wasn't very friendly," said Wildflower after a few minutes.
"I know that you demented woman, I'm not yours or his friend, why
would I act in such a way?" he asked, snarling.
Wildlfower frowned and was silent.
"To get along with the crew?" she suggsted.
"Nay, to give thy impression that thoust is but friends only to dash
their hopesth and appear even'st more evil than before?" suggsted
Shakespeare.
Trisees rolled his eyes.
"I wish I was back in hell, no wait, I am," he muttered.
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