The story so far... it opened in the midst of a moonless, rain-lashed night in the estates of Thomas Keelsworthy, Esq. A weary horse trotted into the dooryard, carrying a messenger from London. "Come quickly," the emssage said. "Lord Garbutt has blackmailed the bank manager into foreclosing on our debts, and we may soon be out on the street." The note was signed with a name which, under normal circumstances, would have warmed his soul with passion - Elizabeth Featherbridge. Reading her desperate words on the page, however, his heart went cold. Pausing only to rouse his faithful mulatto manservant, Vincent, Thomas hurriedly prepared for a trip to the city. The two left in a carriage while the sun was still yet to peep above the horizon. They were making good time, until Thomas showed terribly bad timing by trying to kiss his servant and fondle his groin while Vincent was attempting to drive the speeding carriage. In his efforts to fend off the unwanted advances, the carriage left the road, and rolled into a ditch, where Vincent and Thomas were both eaten by giant mutant fire ants. Back in London, Elizabeth went on to become a cabaret performer, famous for her ability to fling ping-pong balls great distances without the use of her hands...
That's where the thread is now.
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