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LADY KATE: The printing press is really really great
SIR TREKKIE: For porn
LADY KATE: For monkish scribes I shall not have to wait
SIR TREKKIE : For porn
LADY KATE: There's always some new tome?
SIR TREKKIE: For porn!
LADY KATE: That I can read at home?
SIR TREKKIE: For porn!
LADY KATE: ?Twas if I hath flown from Flanders Fields to Rome!
SIR TREKKIE: For porn!
LADY KATE: Sir Trekkie!
SIR TREKKIE: The printing press is for porn. The printing press is for porn. Why dost thou think movable type was born? Porn, porn, porn!
LADY KATE: Trek?kkie. What art thou doing!?
SIR TREKKIE: Oh, good day to thee, Lady Kate.
LADY KATE: Thy words are despoiling my reverie!
SIR TREKKIE: Oh forgiveth me, m?lady. ?twas not my intent.
LADY KATE: Well, if thou wouldst bind thy tongue so I may finish?
SIR TREKKIE: I shall speak anon, m?lady
LADY KATE: Good
I?m gladsome of this new technology?
SIR TREKKIE: For porn
LADY KATE: Such a boon to our community?
SIR TREKKIE: For por?oops, sorry
LADY KATE: Right from our town?s printshop
SIR TREKKIE: For ---
LADY KATE: New books roll out non-stop
SIR TREKKIE: For ---
LADY KATE: Each fortnight there seems yet another crop
SIR TREKKIE: OF PORN!!
LADY KATE: Sir Trekkie!
SIR TREKKIE: The printing press is for porn!
LADY KATE: Noooo
SIR TREKKIE: The printing press is for porn!
LADY KATE: SIR TREKKIE!!
SIR TREKKIE: Gutenberg doth slake my urge for porn, porn, porn!!
LADY KATE: That?s foul! You lecherous villain!
SIR TREKKIE: Ah, slings and arrows, m?lady
LADY KATE: NO, verily I say unto you, thou art a low-born knave
Methinks goodly folk don?t sit at home and look at porn from the printing press
SIR TREKKIE: Oohhhh? Thou hast no idea!!
Art thou ready, goodly folk?
GOODLY FOLK: Ready--- ready ----ready
SIR TREKKIE: Let me hear it!
SIR TREKKIE AND TOWNFOLK:
The printing press is for porn!
COPPERSMITH:
My apologies, Lady Kate
SIR TREKKIE AND TOWNFOLK:
The printing press is for porn!
COPPERSMITH:
I masturbate!
SIR TREKKIE AND FOLK:
These worthy lords unsheathe their swords
For porn, porn, porn!
LADY KATE
The printing press is not for porn!!
SIR TREKKIE AND TOWNFOLK:
PORN!, PORN, P---
LADY KATE: TARRY A MOMENT!
Now I know forsooth that thou, Sir Robert, readest the Royal Proclamations daily in the square.
SIR ROBERT: Verily, I do
LADY KATE: And Master Brian, you devour the wisdom of Archimedes and sundry works of old.
MASTER BRIAN: Surely!
LADY KATE: And Gerhardt, thy mercantile enterprises depend on the harbourmaster?s shipping news!
GERHARDT: Indeed they do!
LADY KATE: And Coppersmith, you sent me that quaint leather prayer book, in English no less!
COPPERSMITH: ?struth!
SIR TREKKIE: Ah, but LADY KATE-
What thou thinkest he do . . .after? Hmm?
LADY KATE: EEEWWWWW!
SIR TREKKIE AND TOWNFOLK
The printing press is for porn!
LADY KATE: Beastly!
SIR TREKKIE AND TOWNFOLK
The printing press is for porn!
We love woodcuts engraved with sluts
For porn, porn, porn!
(harmonizing) porn, porn, porn, porn
LADY KATE
I?m leaving!
SIR TREKKIE AND TOWNFOLK
Porn, porn, porn, porn
porn, porn, porn, porn
LADY KATE:
I hate the printing press!
SIR TREKKIE AND TOWNFOLK:
The printing press is for
The printing press is for?
The printing press is for PORN!
SIR TREKKIE: Indeed!
