{Title: 3. Originality}

[Mordred grins evilly as he holds a set of papers labeled 'evil plans'.]

[Wiglaf enters the frame and leans over Mordred's shoulder. Mordred appears momentarily confused.]
Wiglaf: What’cha doin’?

Mordred: None of your business. Shoo Shoo.
[Mordred waves a hand at Wiglaf to shoo him away. Wiglaf is unaffected.]

[Wiglaf clasps his hands together and puts on a bright smile.]
Wiglaf: Come on Mordred! Pretty please?

[Mordred shoves the papers behind his back.]
Mordred: Don’t you have someone else to bother?

Wiglaf: They all left, remember?
[Mordred holds puts his forehead in one hand.]

Wiglaf: Now Gimmie!

[Wiglaf sits on top of Mordred pinning him down and reads the stolen papers.]
Wiglaf: {In a thought bubble.} …
[With his arms crossed, Mordred pictures a tombstone that reads "Blondie. RIP.]

Wiglaf: …
[Mordred extends a single hand into the frame while Wiglaf reads the papers.]

Wiglaf: Somehow, I thought you’d be more original than stealing a magic sword.
[Mordred clenches his fingers in anger.]

[Mordred's hand falls from frame.]
Mordred: I truly hate you.
Wiglaf: You’re such a kidder!