Friday Night Sketch War: Round Ten

Oh, the humanity!

Three score and three days ago Michael and I brought forth on this internet a new challenge, conceived in Comedy, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created funny.

Now we are engaged in a great comic war, testing whether that challenge, or any challenge, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that challenge might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate - we can not consecrate - we can not hallow - this web. The brave men and women, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here...

• Red led a cavalry charge into the thickets early...
• Coyote performed valiant but futile battlefield surgery on the wounded...
• Michael schemed and planned and plotted and napped through it all...
• David surveyed the great loss of life and limb from high above.

This week we've got babes in naves, doctors on telly, great warriors felled by beautiful maidens, and a little man in a boat.

If you feel my usage of this great speech for such a trivial adventure was sacrilegious, please go here to see it in its intended glory here.