The Round Table

Duration

4:49

Genres

Spoken Word/Perf. Poetry

Description

Lyrics

I'm rising up through the static... pushed up by an unseen force. The pixels brush aside easily as I go higher... foam, monochrome blocks tumbling to my left and right. It's comforting... easing my way up to the apogee... the apex... I can feel how close the peak is. My mind feels strangely focused... in sync. Everything is... soft around the edges. Acid-dent proof. A poker table sits in the center of the room with six very animated characters around it. An odd bunch if I ever saw one... a starving dog with huge eyes, a nasty looking blue thing, a military man with a grappling hook for an arm, a long-haired metalhead with headphones, a short elf draped in green... and a woman dressed casual except for the red motorcycle helmet she's wearing... visor and all. The whole thing is familiar, yet wickedly strange and I feel like I'm on another planet. Suddenly the nasty blue thing stands up and slams his one and only arm on the table. Meseeks: Your lives are EASY compared to mine! I would live the rest of your lives if you could just live one day of mine! Nathan Spencer: Take it easy, Meseeks. Every five minutes with that shit. We get it... you're suffering. Meseeks: Oooooh, look and me... Mr. Meseeks... You piece of shit!! Mr. Meseeks starts to leap across the table, but the skinny dog grabs him at the last second and throws him back in his chair. The dog stands on the table; inches away, he stares at Mr. Meseeks with massive, blood-shot eyes. He slaps him. Ren: You IDIOT! The dog returns to his seat, then calmly plays a card. The metalhead, who's rockin to some tunes, points at Mr. Meseeks. Otto: You gotta roll with the punches, man. Get in the groove. Mr. Meseeks seems to grow more angry; stewing in his own rage. I can feel it... I can feel all of it. Link: I had a tough one. The rest of the table looks at him in disbelief. Link: Loooong day... Seriously... there I was, lost in the cave of no return. I had one heart left and no magic. Surrounded by enemies. I tried every door. There was no exit... There was no exit. I'm filled with deep sadness for him... no one should be lost... with only one heart. Nathan Spencer: It's tough getting past those Darknuts and bubbles. Meseeks: That's NOTHING!! Imagine feeling immense pain every second of every day!! The dog jumps on the table and slaps Mr. Meseeks again. Ren: You IDIOT! Nathan Spencer: I fight soldiers, Link. Soldiers with guns, rocket launchers, helicopters... and you got trapped by a bat. Link pounces on him... sword to the throat. Link: You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Nathan. I deal with magic... and the unknown. Nathan slowly brings up his grappling arm under the table... The hook takes Link flying through the air before retracting, and setting him softly back in his seat. Nathan Spencer: Magic... Link crosses his arms, slumps his head and pouts. Link: I fight with a sword and potions. Otto: Chill out, dude! Samus Aran: We all face different challenges. Keep trying, Link. I'm sure you'll be back at the same cave tomorrow... just learn from your mistakes. Nathan Spencer: I can't tell you how many times I died in area ten before I figured out I could ride the blobs. Spikes in the face... over and over... spikes in the face... Samus Aran: Exactly. You push on until you find a solution. The metalhead snaps his fingers and points at the woman in the helmet. Otto: Right on! Keep on keepin' on! Link wipes his eyes on his green sleeves, and picks up his cards from the table. Link: Yeah, you're right... Nathan Spencer: Hell yeah! Now who wants to play Canasta? (everyone cheers) And even I cheer; because who doesn't love to play Canasta?