Baron: Come on, John. You’ve spent five minutes looking at the
same sentence.
John: King John to you. And it’s rather a great charter
you’ve given me to sign.
Baron: Oh, come off it – don’t you know? No-one ever reads
the Terms and Conditions.
John: Well – you should know by now that I am not no-one. I
am King of England, Duke of Normandy, Lord of Ireland and
Earl of Mortain.
Baron: Yes, well, once you’ve signed this document things’ll
be a little bit more fairer.
John: Hmm. There are a lot of words here.
Baron:
Oh you don’t need to worry about those! What it
basically boils down to is your typical workshare arrangement whereby
you, John Plantagenet, hereinafter referred to as the party of the first
part, agree with us, the Barons, hereinafter referred to as the party
of the second part, to devolve the regulation
of any and all actions and directives pertaining to the freedoms and
liberties of
persons of the general populace – i.e. us – and that any attempt to
negate said regulation will
be to the detriment of the chattels, possessions and general stuff of
the party
of the first part.
John: Oh, I see. Well that seems fair enough.
Baron: So if you’d just like to put your seal at the bottom.
<Thump as stamp hits the table>
Baron: Thank you, your majesty. Pleasure doing business with
you.
John: And you. If you’ll excuse me I’ll just dash off a
quick note to my friend,
Pope Innocent.
Baron: What? But that’s a clear contravention of the treaty
you’ve just signed.
John: Yes, but you didn’t expect me to take that seriously,
did you? Plus I had my fingers crossed.
Baron: Right – that does it. This means war.
John: If you say so.
Baron: I do. And may the best man win.
John: I intend to.
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