"I got this one off of my Part II Scouts. The Trainers did a wonderful job of it and at the blessing just before the

monk says his two words, the Abbot would say, in the typical chant tune, "My father plays Dominoes better than your

father does..." which was of course hilarious. Having, by pure coincidence, a monk suit with me at the time, my patrol

did a skit the following night ("What the heck was that!") that incorporated a monk that chanted, "My father plays

Dominoes better than those two guys from last night..." It of course brought the house down. Too bad our punch line

not only was nowhere near good enough a line to follow up but was also screwed up." Author

Cast: Monk, Abbot, narrator

Scene: Abbot's office

Narrator: This skit is about the monks in a monastery who are only allowed to speak two words every ten

years. Our friendly monk is about to come in and say his two words, after ten long years of silence.

Abbot: (Chants some blessing, then,) Yes, my son, what do you wish to say?

Monk: Bad food!

Narrator: Well, ten years have gone by, and of course our friendly monk's time has come again to say his two

words. He of course is not quite as young as he used to be, and walks a touch more slowly.

Abbot: (Chants some blessing, then,) Yes, my son, what do you wish to say?

Monk: Uncomfortable bed!

Narrator: Well, yet another ten years have gone by, and of course our friendly monk's time has come again to

say his two words. He is really old at this point, having been at the monastery for thirty, long, devoted years.

Abbot: (Chants some blessing, then,) Yes, my son, what do you wish to say?

Monk: I quit!

Abbot: I'm not surprised! You've been here for thirty years and all you've done is complain!