Scene: Rome, the Capitol, the year 44 BC.
Caesar: Et tu, Brute? Then fall Caesar!
Cinna: Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!
Cassius: Uh, not so fast, Cinna. Now that I think of it, Caesar wasn't all that bad a guy.
Decius: Now you tell us!
Cassius: He was always buying us drinks, handing us free tickets to the Coliseum, fixing us up with friends of Cleopatra ...
Casca: Maybe we can glue him back together?
Lepidus: What do we do, Brutus?
Brutus: I've got it! When I address the rabble, I'm going to say "Friends, Romans, and Countrymen, lend me your ears. I'm also going to need a torso. And some legs. And a head."
Above is a rare reproduction of the first draft of a key scene from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar which only goes to prove that even with Shakespeare, as with all writers, the first draft is always shit.
I was fortunate to find this excerpt so as to be able to avoid writing my own contribution for Friday Fictioneers this week based on the prompt above. There are many other noble contributors to the Forum this week proclaiming their own works for the prompt, however, and you can beseech them all by clicking here.
As for me, well, humor should be made of funnier stuff! I'll try not to lean so much on the Bard next week and endeavor to develop my own personal very shitty first draft instead.