Oh, and, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” If the fall was not painful enough, it was Rapunzel’s extremely loud screaming, that sounded like this–
“What’s the matter,” she finally called out in a normal voice, “ARE YOU HURT?”
“NO,” replied Bob a little peevishly, “I do this ALL the time.”
“You live in a tower too?” Rapunzel asked.
Undercover, undercover. He was undercover, must not blow cover.
“Errr, no, no, not REALLY.”
Rapunzel’s voice was quite strong. She managed to carry very well from the top of the tower.
“I often think it would be wonderful to live like the little people that pass by–they really ARE as little as ants, you know! Anyway, I always have wondered what it would be like to be…free! Is it wonderful?’
“Umm, ummhmmm,” was the plumber’s response. He was rather in a bit of pain, as his fall had not gone quite according to plan. It was dark now, and the clouds were rolling by, preparing a storm. He had to finish tomorrow, perhaps at ten o’clock!
“Will you come back and see me again? Perhaps tomorrow?” Rapunzel called.
Brilliant woman, he thought, she knew just what I was thinking!
“Yes,” he answered, “tomorrow at ten o’clock!”
“Oh, you are so kind!” she called back to him. When he left, he whistled to himself, “Just doin’ my job, ma’am, just fixin’ the pipes, fixin’ the pipes!”
*scream this aloud for desired affect