Romeo and juliet but make it reddie

Act 1 scene 1 welp im doing this

Its 2000? in derry. Look they're like 21 okay. THINGS ARE WILD. So like the Toziers and the Kaspbraks are MORTAL ENEMIES SINCE LIKE THE BEGINNING OF TIME. No one likes that but its life.
Now our story begins with servants beating each other up.

"yOU WANNA GO MATE I WILL DESTROY YOUR BLOODLINE!" One screamed. The kaspbrak servant screamed back "I BITE THY THUMB AT THEE SIR" they fought more and more until ben hanscom of the tozier household came in.

Ben yelled "Part, fools!

Put up your swords, you know not what you do."
He whacked down their swords and guns.  Suddenly the fiery Henry entered.
He exclaimed while pulling out a gun "What art thou drawn to these heartless hinds? Turn thee Ben, look upon thy death."
Ben blinked like woah pal you've been here 30 seconds and threatened to kill me, how about a friendly hello? Instead he said "I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword,

Or manage it to part these men with me"
H

enry scoffed "What, drawn and talk of peace? I hate the word

As I hate hell, all Toziers, and thee.

Have at thee, coward!"

T

hey all have a huge scrap.

Mrs kaspbrak comes out "

What noise is this? Give me my long sword ho! Although crutch, a crutch! Why I call for a sword? I must protect my eddiebear from such dangers! Though there comes thy enemy Tozier!"

Mr tozier who has just arrived with his wife yelled "Thou villain Capulet!—Hold me not, let me go." As his wife held him back
She replied "Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe."

Prince mike entered "Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,

Profaners of this neighbor-stained steel—

Will they not hear?—What ho, you men, you beasts!

That quench the fire of your pernicious rage

With purple fountains issuing from your veins—

On pain of torture, from those bloody hands

Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground,

And hear the sentence of your moved prince.

Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,

By thee, old Kaspbrak, and Tozier,

Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets,

And made Derry’s ancient citizens

Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments

To wield old partisans, in hands as old,

Cank’red with peace, to part your cank’red hate;

If ever you disturb our streets again

Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.

For this time all the rest depart away.