As a follow up to my “Personal Trainer” post of a few days ago, this is probably a good way to describe what’s going on.
“Scott’s Knees” — A Play in One Act
Right Knee: What the heck is he doing to us?
Left Knee: He’s a nut. He’s pushing me to the limit. I’ve had enough. Enough!
Right Knee: Who is it that’s pushing him?
Left Knee: It’s that “personal trainer”. . .
Heart: (Enters) Hey guys – cool it. I’m okay with this. I really feel for you but knock it off. You’ve caused enough trouble.
Left Knee: But Boss (thinking) . . . . it’s the feet. It’s their fault.
Feet: (From offstage) Huh? Whuh?
Heart: Take it easy guys. I’ll talk to . . .
Brain: Ahemmm . . . . Is there a problem here?
Heart: No – we’re just kinda talking, Sir.
Left Knee: (Filling with fluid from fright) Yeah . . . I mean yes. I mean yes Sir.
Brain: (Angrily) I want him to exercise you two troublemakers. And don’t give him any problems. Remember – you can be replaced. Capisce?
Left Knee: Okay okay. . . Sir.
Brain: Right knee?
Right Knee: Yessir. I’ll be good. Promise.
Brain: Okay. ‘Nuf said. And Heart – you keep pumping and keep those two weaklings happy.
Heart: (Pumping vigorously) Will do. Sir!
Brain: Thank you. Now if you don’t mind, I have got work to do. I have to help cook dinner (exits).
Curtain
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