You're Banned! II

[Lady Chloe]

You're all banned for using thou. Come back to the 21st century!

 

[MissReepicheep]

Thou art banned for criticizing our noble use of the Shakespearian tongue.

 

[Lady Chloe]

You're banned because I disagree with your reason for banning me.

 

[MissReepicheep]

Thou art banned, for it annoyed me to for a little while.

 

[Lady Chloe]

You're banned because I will try to remember to do it properly from now on.

 

[Zella]

Thou art banned, for I like Cheez-Its.

 

[amdd97]

thou art banned, because I can't stop watching Doctor Who

 

[Lady Chloe]

Thou art banned because I want to watch Doctor Who!

 

[Zella]

Thou art banned, for 'tis Monday.

 

[MissReepicheep]

Thou art banned, for Doctor Who was rebooted seven years ago today. Thou art doubly banned, for it was the same day that I had a lurvely time at a friend's cook-out and had the inspiration for that "Rusty" story I wrote.

 

[Zella]

Thou art banned, for this is an excellent day, then.

 

[Lady Chloe]

Thou art banned for it is to be a cloudy day today!

 

[Zella]

Thou art banned, for clouds can be quite pretty. Without them, sunrises and sunsets are much less breathtaking.

 

[Lady Chloe]

Thou art banned, for I was not speaking of clouds, but an over-cast sky of plain grey with no signs of breathtaking blue at all. Also because it has cleared up some and the sunlight is peeking through.

 

[Zella]

Thou art banned, for I am ready for the weekend.

 

[Lady Chloe]

Thou art banned, for I have a test in two hours! *weeps*

 

[MissReepicheep]

Thou art banned, for I awoke a few hours earlier than usual today, and know not why.

 

[Zella]

Thou art banned, for I have not gotten enough sleep all week.

 

[Lady Chloe]

Thou art banned, for neither have I!

 

[Glenburne]

Thou art banned, thou plebians, for spending thy time talking about sleep, when this world holdeth far greater things. For this world is a stage, and we all ride upon it wherever it goeth. The horses are various: one light, that representeth the noble self of spirit and beauty; and one dark, that representeth the baser self of fleshly appetite. Forsooth, if reason guideth not both horses as charioteer, the stage shall surely perish; and the baggage shall all fall off the back into the ravine, wherein thou shalt see foul and creeping things eat the peaches thou wert taking to thy dear Aunt Hortense.

(Yes, Plato scarred me deeply.)