A barren heath.
[Thunder. Enter the three WITCHES.]
Third Witch (disapprovingly): Where has thou been, sister?
First Witch: Again with the math homework. It's been legally proven that algebra doesn't get any more fun the more times you do it.
Third Witch (to Second Witch): Sister, where thou?
Second Witch: Plotting revenge on more cheating scum-like men. I got bored with the usual boils on the-
Third Witch (hurriedly cutting her off): Good! Good.
Second Witch: I wasn't finished!
Third Witch: Sisters,
First Witch: God, you and your libido again. Does that thing ever stop running?
[Third Witch blushes in embarrassment and starts stammering.]
Second Witch: Quiet! Go on sister, I wish to hear more of these sordid and often voyeuristic lesbian love tales.
Third Witch: Alas, no time,
[The Witches join hands in a ring and start dancing, whirling faster and faster.]
Third Witch (starts to sing): He's Under Our Spell
[As she hits a high note, the other two Witches exchange glances then shrug, mystified at this strange behaviour.]
All: The Weird sisters, hand in hand,
[They stop suddenly, and a rather poorly done mist hides them. Enter MACBUFF and BLANKET.]
MacBuff: So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Blanket: Yeah, its pretty crappy.
[What's left of the mist fades and the Witches step forward.]
Blanket: What are these,
First Witch: Withered?!?
Second Witch: What beards?!?
Third Witch (lovestruck): Hot d-damn, she's cute!
MacBuff: Speak, if you can, what are you?
First Witch: All hail, MacBuff! Hail to thee, thane of L.A.!
Second Witch: All hail, MacBuff! Hail to thee, thane of Sunnydale!
[There's a slightly awkward pause, during which the Third Witch is practically drooling, with eyes fixed on Blanket. The other Witches nudge her sharply.]
Third Witch: All hail, MacBuff! Thou s-shalt be king hereafter.
[MacBuff looks puzzled.]
Blanket: Good MacBuff, this is great news - if it's true.
[She directs a dirty look towards the now squirming Witches but her gaze softens and turns flirty when she reaches the Third Witch.]
MacBuff: I'th' name of truth,
Blanket: Ooh, tell my fortune too!
First Witch: Lesser than MacBuff, and greater.
Second Witch: Not so cute, yet much geekier.
Third Witch: Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.