Farewell, Mistress of the Game

The Broadway Knights Theatre Academy bids another fond farewell to The Mistress of the Game, The Great Gleek, Miss Allison Erskine, as she rides over the Chesapeake and through the woods, back to her Gettysburg College apartment.

"I didn't appreciate it when Yoda called, and said, 'Get up, you must.  Disappointed will the Jedi Knights and Padawan Learners be, if come to see them, you do not,' and drug me out of bed, and told me I couldn't sleep in, or take a shower, or eat breakfast, or brush my teeth- yeah, Tober, I know you hugged me, get over it!- on my last day away from Gettysburg!  The sun was still in bed, ya know, so why couldn't I....oh, never mind...I love those guys, ya know?  But what was up with their synapses....synapsi....oh, just forget it: what was up with their slow functioning brains, and why can't they understand that Be...uh, I mean, Mr. Erskine, may be able to take flubber and make an elephant the size of a Cadillac, and may be able to get all red in the face picking the thing up and all, but did he have to through it on top of Mini-Me, and crush her like that?  I mean, sheesh!  Where's my theatrical legacy, ya know?  Okay, okay, so I was glad I got up.  And I enjoyed playing in the Broadway Knights' sandbox more than I want to admit.  And I can't wait to see their Chr....uh, winter show....just sayin'."

"Home for four days, and still the verbose side the child embraces!" Yoda said, shaking his head, after reading this quote.  "Mini-Me?  Hmm?  Hmm.  A certain resemblance in the child's early acting, and looks, both, can I see."