The Players' Epilogue
SUPERFLUOUS CHARACTER X: That was all very well, of course; exceedingly tragic, you know, positively heart-wrenching
SUPERFLUOUS CHARACTER Y: I wouldnt go that far.
X: But what about us? I mean, what are we, pond scum or something?
Y: I do believe were the comic relief.
X: No farewell speech, no rending cry of pain at the end of lifenothing but a snicker from that brat of a protagonist in celebration of his infinite cleverness at having our poor heads whacked off instead of his own. He, of course, gets two pages of script on which to elaborate. And what do we get? Diddly. As usual.
Y: I would have been happy with a short monologue. You know, earlier on.
X: (Sighing.) But, alas, it could only have been a dialogue of sorts. For we are but Siamese twins in this grand play of life. Where one goes, the other must follow closely on. What one says, the other must echo in due fashion.
Y: Siamese twins? But were
X: I was being metaphorical