Britannia: The motion picture

Part 2

As George and Martha continued their heartfelt conversation, memories of Abe's funeral lingered in the air like a bittersweet melody. The presence of JFK, Martin Luther King, and many others paying their respects added to the solemn atmosphere.

George: Yes, he sewed that gift by hand when Trishelle was ill. A testament to his compassion and skill. John 3:16, a reminder of the profound connections he forged.

Martha gently strummed the guitar, and an electric sound emerged, echoing the void left by their departed friend. Her eyes met George's as she remembered that night on stage.

Martha: And you are George Washington, the man behind the invention of peanut butter.

George: Indeed, the same George, and forever Abraham Lincoln's best friend.

Martha: (whispers) Forever.

Acknowledging George's loss, Martha wanted to be there for him.

Martha: You shouldn't be alone tonight after such a tremendous loss.

The scene shifted to a more intimate moment between George and Martha. Emotions ran high, and they shared their joy and surprise.

Martha: (breathing heavily) I'm pregnant.

George was taken aback, but happiness filled his heart.

George: A miracle indeed! Yes, it has! This is what I've always wanted, a loving family.

Martha: (playfully) Gross, you were an orphan?

George: (laughs) No, no, not an orphan. My childhood had its challenges, but this is a chance to break the cycle of pain and insecurities. John 3:16, a beautiful reminder of renewal.

Martha found a box of memories, and they delved into their shared past.

George: The day we first met... It was a moment of unlikely companionship, and yet, he welcomed me with open arms. I finally understood what family meant.

Martha: (smiling) #blessed indeed.

George: And here's his seventh birthday, with that infamous hat covering his "trade mark" head. (chuckles)

Martha: Who could have known it would become his trademark?

George: (looking at a picture) Oh, prom! We shared so much together. Paris plans, sky camp, Junior Templar scouts, and our semi-pro rolling circle-with-a-stick team.

As they laughed and reminisced, their bond grew stronger, knowing that their shared memories would forever keep Abe's spirit alive in their hearts.

George looked at the picture Martha had taken, puzzled by its content.

George: What is this even?

Martha took the picture and expanded it, revealing the famed "Lincoln log," a humorous reference that made them both laugh, yet tears still welled up in George's eyes as he grieved.

Martha: (laughs) The famed "Lincoln log" indeed!

George chuckled, his emotions getting the best of him.

George: Yes, Abe, you rapscallion. (sobbing) You rapscallion. (sobbing)

Martha embraced George, trying to console him.

Martha: Oh, George. Oh, George. George!

George: What?

Martha knew that George needed a purpose, a way to honor Abe's memory and seek justice.

Martha: You know what you must do.

George: Have a bunch of sex with you until I start feeling better?