Chorus

Witches.

When we appear Etc.

The Executive and The Witches gracefully execute a combined Pitchfork and Broomstick Ballet to the music)

Gilbert.

(After the conclusion of the Ballet) Well, we'd better get down to business. Things have definitely come to a crisis.

Ermyntrude.

Yes, and whatever anyone says, we have not turned the corner.

Albert.

And we're not likely to, at this rate. Now, what we want is some calm dispassionate thinking.

Gertae.

From my experience of you, Albert, I know It's quite impossible for you to be dispassionate.

Rosebud.

Let's go on strike!

Ethelbert.

I thought of that some centuries ago, Rosebud.

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Its logically bad. We haven't got any work to go on strike from.

Constance.

Let's complain again to Mr. Nemesis, then.

Cuthbert.

A fat lot of good that'll do. Last time we complained, he foew into a rage and ordered us to square the seventh circle before sunset.

Bert.

And when we couldn't, we had to stand head downwards in the mud lake all night.

Sophonisba.

(Reminiscently) Ugh! That lake!

Gilbert.

But we must do something - we cant stand this much longer!