We ran up to him and danced around him like Indians and then stopped and puffed on a big stick and handed it to him saying, Smokum peace pipe.

"[…]I know yeh, yeh pig-headed devil. Yeh wanta go trompin' off with a bad hurt. It ain't right—now—Tom Jamison—it ain't.

Part of Gemini CollisionWorks’ miniseason at the Brick Theater, this Richard Foreman play is a mess-with-your mind abstraction that the director Ian W. Hill turns into a kind of cerebral vaudeville.

At the present rate it is likely that the pledges will be majorally paid in two years instead of three.