::Indy returns again::
Indy: Another poem…
The best poet: who can it be?
Is he a romantic soul
Or simply good with homily?
Right now, to learn’s our goal…
::Indy receives another kind round of applause and gets down to business::
Indy: The nominees for Best Poet are…
Bock’s Car 509
::Indy accepts the envelope::
Indy: And our winner is…Bock’s Car!
::bock's makes his way to the stage. He turns and waves to the crowd as he approaches the podium. He accepts the award and thanks the presenter. Looking over the top of the podium, he waits as the applause lowers, and addresses the assembled guests::
Bock’s: Thank you very much. Bear with me while I wax poetic.
Without the help of friends
One searches for a worthy foil
Means don't justify the ends
And life is full of toil
Finding that which mends
A friendly place to take a rest
Full of smiling, sincere faces
To forget about life's mundane test
And try to fill the empty spaces
Before moving on, to resume the quest
And so I stand, to take my due
That, which is yours to give
My friends, this much is true
As long as I shall live
It matters not, Except for you
::bock's raises the award overhead and yells::
Bock’s: Thanks again, see you at the post-game party!
::Indy and Bock’s nod at each other respectfully, then bock's rejoins his friends in the audience, taking a good share of light-hearted ribbing from Da' Bus::