{Due to the slight, in fact nearly zero, yet real possibility that the topic/s of this post's previous incarnation might read it and kill me, I instead bring you the following vignette:}
Toby: Morning, Bellboy! Quite a morning!
Bellboy: Yes sir, Toby sir.
Toby: What's the special today, my boy?
Bellboy: You'd have to ask Nina, Toby sir.
Toby: Well, get her in here.
Bellboy: Nina! Fat rich man to see you!
Toby: What was that?
{Nina enters}
Nina: Yes fat Toby?
Toby: You, Bellboy, you call Ms Sandy in here right now! I won't stand for this!
Bellboy: Argo! Argo! Fight between fat rich man and dinner jacket!
Toby: What?
{Argo enters}
Argo: Did I hear... Dinner Jacket Fight?
Nina: Hurrah!
Bellboy: Now, sir, your jacket!
Toby: What are you doing! Unhand me, you scalawag! Ms Sandy! Ms Sandy!
Argo & Nina: Jacket! Jacket! Jacket!
Bellboy: Taking bets!
{Ms Sandy enters}
Ms Sandy: Bellboy! Nina's brunch tips on the jacket!
Bellboy: Taken!
Toby: Someone help! Help me!
Nina: Wherever you go, there you are.
Argo: 10 o' clock, and the cows have placed their bets.
Ms Sandy: Nina, Argo, inside! Soon the banquet guests will begin to arrive!
(Argo, Nina, & Ms Sandy): Jacket! Jacket! Jacket!
Bellboy: Jacket, TKO on the big staircase!
(Argo, Bellboy, Nina & Ms Sandy): Hooray!
(Argo, Nina, & Ms Sandy leave)
Toby: Little did we know, setting out, that isochrony would prove to be a device for the enslavement of mankind. Living to the pulse of mechanical monstrosities, living and dying to numbers and dials, dying without a thought to time, except that there was more to be had. Curse this jacket! Curse isochrony! Curse these slaves!
Please call me when you find out this answer!
ReplyDeleteps: I've started to get the feeling that maybe the problem is all me, but since you are asking this question too I have a little more hope in myself.
Hm. I was going to post some non sequiter gibbersih until I read Murf's response and I can't for the life of me interpret any meaning into it. Is he asking about the specials? I want to know what the specials are. I hope they involve clam chowder.
ReplyDeleteAndrew, you changed your post on me, rendoring my comment vague and not understandable.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant!
Just now arriving, and reading the three comments and the post, and feeling confused, Michael lashes out blindly: Murf spelled "rendering" wrong, and Andrew puts too much faith in clam chowder.
ReplyDeleteDamn you all rightly! Going down!