BANQUO:
My next move. A War Mammoth doth thou face
with 3/3 trample; now is your disgrace!
MALCOLM:
I lightning bolt your mammoth, fiend.
BANQUO:
Damnation!
SPEAKEASY BARTENDER:
Nay, with Giant Growth the damage is abated.
MALCOLM:
Bartender, that move will yet prove fatal.
I lay a Shivian Dragon on the table.
Macbeth appears at the door.
MACBETH:
Thou playest the game Magic without me? You’ll pay for such a slight, this I decree!
Malcolm and the Speakeasy Bartender flee. Macbeth and Banquo fight.
MACBETH:
You know how much I love to play this game!
You callous cretin; do you feel no shame?
BANQUO:
I feel none.
MACBETH:
Well feel this, you stupid ass.
Macbeth throws Banquo across the bar and into the wall on the other side.
MACBETH:
Mother fucker! He fell on broken glass!
Banquo dies. Macbeth flees. But don’t worry, kids - MacDuff kills him to end the play, so he gets what’s coming to him.
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