Satan Meets Paine (Dry dead pan just for you.)

 

Skit: Satan meets Thomas Paine. Satan is actually Saturn, but no one had read anything other than the Bible. Thomas instantly starts to break down the truth of the World in reasonable articulation. The British Terrortory Citizens grab their crosses, and defend themselves against the reasoning of Thomas. Eggs and Tomatoes begin to be thrown at Thomas, so he escapes and goes back to England, and then finally settles in France, only to be pleaded with by Jefferson to come back. In the meantime, Paine is enjoying France like all the French, and isn't disposed to return to America any time soon.

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Satan Meets Paine

(Scene opens in a colonial town square. A cloaked figure stands atop a wooden crate, his face hidden beneath the shadow of his hood. The townsfolk murmur in curiosity and fear.)

SATAN (SATURN): Behold, mortals! You cower before a name you do not understand. I am not the Prince of Darkness, but the Timekeeper, the celestial force you have long misnamed!

CITIZEN 1: (Clutching a cross) Begone, foul demon!

CITIZEN 2: He's trying to trick us with his silver tongue!

(From the crowd, a bold voice rises.)

THOMAS PAINE: Hold, good people! You tremble at mere words? Have you so soon forgotten Reason?

(The crowd gasps. A woman faints.)

CITIZEN 3: That’s Thomas Paine! He’s the one who wrote that book!

CITIZEN 4: The one that made my brother doubt the King?!

THOMAS PAINE: Common Sense, madam. And if it made your brother doubt his chains, then it did its job well.

SATAN (SATURN): A mind unfettered. Refreshing.

THOMAS PAINE: (turns to Saturn) And you, mistaken for the adversary of man, when in truth you are but a planet, a symbol misread.

SATAN (SATURN): Your kind has been blinded by dogma, mistaking shadow for substance.

CITIZEN 5: Witchcraft! He speaks with the Devil!

(The crowd becomes restless, some grabbing stones, others forming a makeshift barricade of bibles.)

THOMAS PAINE: (sighs) Reason has no home here, it seems.

(A rotten tomato splatters against his shoulder. Then an egg. More follow.)

THOMAS PAINE: And thus, my cue to leave.

(He flees, barely dodging a hurled cabbage. The scene fades to black.)

(Scene reopens in a lively Parisian café. Paine lounges with a glass of wine, a copy of The Rights of Man at his side. The French revel around him.)

THOMAS PAINE: (chuckling) Ah, France. If only America had such appreciation for philosophy and drink.

(A messenger bursts in, breathless.)

MESSENGER: Monsieur Paine! A letter from Thomas Jefferson!

THOMAS PAINE: (reading aloud) My dear friend, America is lost without you. The minds of men grow dull in your absence. Return, I implore you.

(Paine sighs, takes a sip of wine, and glances at a passing Frenchwoman, who winks at him.)

THOMAS PAINE: (smirking) Tell Jefferson I shall return... eventually.

(Scene fades to black. Curtain falls.)

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