Stumpy. Went off his nut—crazy.
Alon. Ah, I see.
Stumpy. You see, the warden was a friend of his, and he tried to do all that he could for poor Charlie. Bought a piano and a washing machine, and furnished up his room elegantly. Didn’t do any good. Charlie kept crazy. Yesterday the warden sent a waiter up with a tray containing a whole hog and some custard pie, and stewed whale, and some more little delicacies. Charlie up and kicked the waiter out of the tray’s hand.
Alon. Go ’way!
Stumpy. It’s so. But worse yet—Charlie went for the waiter.
Alon. Went for the waiter?
Stumpy. Terrible case. Hit him with the piano, jumped on his nose—oh, raised the devil. And what do you suppose the waiter did in return?
Alon. Struck him—so! [Raps Stumpy on the face and knocks him over. All of the other characters go for Stumpy and knock him around the stage. Flats close on general melee.