Dr. Jekyll’s Evil Potion

By Arlen Lawson

 

There is a table with various bottles on it.  Dr. Jekyll stands behind the table and fidgets nervously.  Enter his assistant, Poole.

 

Jekyll

Did you get it?

 

Poole hands Jekyll a package of white powder.  Jekyll begins to mix a potion.

 

Jekyll

Oh, Poole.

 

Poole

Yes, Dr. Jekyll?

 

Jekyll

Sad, lonely, wide-assed Poole.

 

Poole

The point, Dr. Jekyll

 

Jekyll

Poole, this potion has transformed me into a monster called Hyde.  At first it was exhilarating.  Hyde allowed me to throw off the shackles of morality, pursue all manner of debauchery, sate my lust with loose women.  But, Poole, Poole, Poole, I’ve completely lost control of him.  He stomped on an eight year old girl.  On purpose.  He beat an old man to death with a cane.  He… I…

 

Poole picks up potion

 

Poole

Dr. Jekyll, this is a whiskey sour.

 

Jekyll

(unconsciously reaching for it) That it is.