The Umpteenth Try: A Play

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the fourth try.

[Crowd cheers.]

Branius [screaming]: Godmaker! Since I last stood here I have been to the end of the earth!

Godmaker [placed on a round dirt island in a miniature lake, sitting on a wood chair]: Three words, then.

[Branius is outraged, but collects himself.]

Branius: Infinity. Murk. Clamshell.

[Godmaker shakes head slowly.]

Branius: Wh-

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the umpteenth try.

[Crowd reaches for peanuts.]

Timothy: Please?

Godmaker [scratching his arm]: This time, a defense. A lawyer’s defense.

Timothy [clasping his old hands]: Please.

Godmaker: Anything else?

[Silence.]

Godmaker: OK. Perhaps next try.