Wormtail's Thoughts & Brain

I may absolve you.

As he put on his armour in his command tent, his general fumbled over with a face of desperation, expressed through his long eyes; he had raced up the entire hill as the battle had begun to turn.

My lord, the enemy are too many and they have overrun our forward command post – they have triple the heavy cavalry beyond our first scouted numbers.

Sterntail turns with a feeling of deep thought, and and an expression of strength, emanating through the now gathering crowd.

He steps forth onto the old stool his father made for him when he was a boy.

Are we not the brave few?

Are we not those who stood and told our brethren: we will?

Am I not mistaken in asking you – you, my dear friend – that you committed yourself to something difficult?

My dear man and my dear friends,

This is where our grace of moments are met – here today.

I look now into your eyes 

And see such anxious difficulty in what scares and horrors 

Have been told of those who we call our enemy.

But we, sirs, we are those who do not fear 

For the difficulty of what is to come.

No, we fear for the courage in ourselves.

But I ask you to remember where we are.

I ask you to see what courage there is where we tread.

Our being here today is not some menial mistake.

No! This is our doing! I look over now and all I see is strength!

I remember the courage of Galahan at Forkes.

The bravery of Newton at Trent.

And the passion of Grimah in Knowles (the crowd burst into transcendal laughter).

No. I see these bright men, here as my brothers – here as my kin.

So let us remember in this great moment:

That we are those heroes that we ever imagined, on this here, St Crispin’s Day!

CRASH!!! PING PING PINGGGGGG

A horrendous noise wakes the sleeping bag as a dominoes of bottles continue to rapture, one after another in his freezing cold flat filled with the terrible smell of deep-fried-chick-stained blow-offs and fag-ash.

Yeahhhhh, get that biscuit!

Yeahhhh, get that fuckin biscuit man – drink that shit, fuckin bro!!!!

Bro, bro, broooo get ittttt – fuckinnnnn yeaahhhhhhh!! 

Yeeeeee – fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Wormtail – naturally – is an idiot.

He has accepted an acting gig for a new biscuit-drinking advertisement.

He was paid indiscriminately.