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Table for Two or Two to Tengu
Table for Two or Two to Tengu
No trip to the Forth World Rift is longer than thirty minutes. Time ticks away from the instant one arrives and exactly at thirty complete minutes, one is whisked back to the place one is from. That means you have to get whatever it is you've come to do in under thirty minutes - or leave it there undone - and, time there begins at zero minutes to unwind the same again, another of countless repetitions.
The Tengu had entered the cafeteria to no great fanfare looking like ordinary businessmen in their long overcoats and pulled down fedoras. They approached the hotline leaving their table and requested two 'nose' bagels.
Obligingly, the man serving turned up two ordinary bagels, toasted, and cream cheese. Seated, they conferred, "This can't be our man."
"It is," the other insisted, the first Tengu agreed, then, with his partner.
Beneath their shady hat brims they searched other tables for someone - more likely.
"Like arguing between Mothra and Godzilla - pointless!"
"Mothra was the one with the big wings, right?" The other asked.
"Rodan." The first replied.
"Is this our man?" He nodded toward a man just entering. He went to the hotline.
"I'm having a egg roll with dinner, I love Chinese." The man at the hotline said.
"This is the right place, isn't it?"
The other mulled the question briefly. "Could be." He'd begun to change his mind.
"Hey, can I have some extra, man?" Micks Mastre demanded annoyingly at the food line.
"See? 'Extra Man'!"
Tengu One perked up toward the scene at the stainless steel line.
A plate of food piled high was offered back.
"How's that?"
"More please."
The plate with more lowered onto a tray already moving away. "And, I ordered a drum roll. Can't you get it right?" Micks Mastre glared across the hot line at the man. The tray stopped.
"Don't you mean 'eggroll', sir? Right here?"
"I'll have a drumroll and - can I have some extra sauce, man? I already asked for that." He had not. Micks Mastre pointed to the eggroll. "Do you have extra sauce, man?"
"B- but - " Extra Man stammered.
"Where's your boss, man? I want to complain."
"He's in back, I'll . . ."
"I'll get him," Micks Mastre stormed toward the back angrily. "I'll settle your hash. You're a destitute lot and I'll be just as destitute back."
"Do we have an Extra Sauce Man - a Boss Man?" The first Tengu asked.
The second shook his head - 'not'.
There was a brief skirmish in the kitchen, a no-man's land on the best day. First prize was a trip through the meat grinder, courtesy - 'Extra Man'.
Micks Master's tray disappeared from the line, the nearby forlorn eggroll went similarly, at the same moment he began to appear as ground beef for the following day. A kitchen is no place to fool with employees. After that, the little cafeteria was much quieter.
"I think I'll find another place for lunch tomorrow."
"Me, too. Perhaps, The Café Overload across the street?"
"Oh - yes, right."
"But, aren't we here for the Red Seal?"
"If, he's here."
However, they had got their man wrong. The 'right' man had called in sick that day due to a severe case of sniffles and the 'wrong' man was merely filling-in for the day.
"Men are very strange," said the first Tengu. "Difficult to teach. We will proceed, if he is the Red Seal."
"We don't want to make the same mistake as before."
"You mean the Leopard Lady?" Said the second Tengu.
"Well, it was an easy mistake."
The Leopard Lady was not a lady at all, well, not in the usual sense, but a transsexual in leopard leotards.
"We enlisted her anyway, didn't we?"
"We did."
"Aren't you boys supposed to be doing something else?"
"God-dess!"
"Quiet, boys. You don't want to give us away, do you?"
The Goddess, disguised as a waitress, dabbed at a coffee ring on the table and smiled almost naturally.
"We're here for the Red Seal, Goddess."
"Red Seal is on Forth World Rift being forced to have torrid sex with a beautiful woman," she said quietly eyeing them, turning her gaze from one face to the other. He will be back here tomorrow."
"Then who . . . ?" They looked back to the food line. Goddess, Tengu in tow, walked into the ill-lighted kitchen to find no one there and the meat grinder still running. "Don't have the meatloaf," she advised nodding to a large pan of ground meat.
A NOTE: (forgivness: Tennessee Williams)
"When things go bad I have always depended upon the kindness of sheer fantasy" - I think Blanche Dubois said that - I'm almost sure!
Ms. Dubois, your therapy is at an end. You are cured. You can go back home, now.
c 2008 F Gordon Kennedy scorecomposer
http://www.Myspace.com/scorecomposer
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http://www.reverbnation.com/tunepak/360593
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No trip to the Forth World Rift is longer than thirty minutes. Time ticks away from the instant one arrives and exactly at thirty complete minutes, one is whisked back to the place one is from. That means you have to get whatever it is you've come to do in under thirty minutes - or leave it there undone - and, time there begins at zero minutes to unwind the same again, another of countless repetitions.
The Tengu had entered the cafeteria to no great fanfare looking like ordinary businessmen in their long overcoats and pulled down fedoras. They approached the hotline leaving their table and requested two 'nose' bagels.
Obligingly, the man serving turned up two ordinary bagels, toasted, and cream cheese. Seated, they conferred, "This can't be our man."
"It is," the other insisted, the first Tengu agreed, then, with his partner.
Beneath their shady hat brims they searched other tables for someone - more likely.
"Like arguing between Mothra and Godzilla - pointless!"
"Mothra was the one with the big wings, right?" The other asked.
"Rodan." The first replied.
"Is this our man?" He nodded toward a man just entering. He went to the hotline.
"I'm having a egg roll with dinner, I love Chinese." The man at the hotline said.
"This is the right place, isn't it?"
The other mulled the question briefly. "Could be." He'd begun to change his mind.
"Hey, can I have some extra, man?" Micks Mastre demanded annoyingly at the food line.
"See? 'Extra Man'!"
Tengu One perked up toward the scene at the stainless steel line.
A plate of food piled high was offered back.
"How's that?"
"More please."
The plate with more lowered onto a tray already moving away. "And, I ordered a drum roll. Can't you get it right?" Micks Mastre glared across the hot line at the man. The tray stopped.
"Don't you mean 'eggroll', sir? Right here?"
"I'll have a drumroll and - can I have some extra sauce, man? I already asked for that." He had not. Micks Mastre pointed to the eggroll. "Do you have extra sauce, man?"
"B- but - " Extra Man stammered.
"Where's your boss, man? I want to complain."
"He's in back, I'll . . ."
"I'll get him," Micks Mastre stormed toward the back angrily. "I'll settle your hash. You're a destitute lot and I'll be just as destitute back."
"Do we have an Extra Sauce Man - a Boss Man?" The first Tengu asked.
The second shook his head - 'not'.
There was a brief skirmish in the kitchen, a no-man's land on the best day. First prize was a trip through the meat grinder, courtesy - 'Extra Man'.
Micks Master's tray disappeared from the line, the nearby forlorn eggroll went similarly, at the same moment he began to appear as ground beef for the following day. A kitchen is no place to fool with employees. After that, the little cafeteria was much quieter.
"I think I'll find another place for lunch tomorrow."
"Me, too. Perhaps, The Café Overload across the street?"
"Oh - yes, right."
"But, aren't we here for the Red Seal?"
"If, he's here."
However, they had got their man wrong. The 'right' man had called in sick that day due to a severe case of sniffles and the 'wrong' man was merely filling-in for the day.
"Men are very strange," said the first Tengu. "Difficult to teach. We will proceed, if he is the Red Seal."
"We don't want to make the same mistake as before."
"You mean the Leopard Lady?" Said the second Tengu.
"Well, it was an easy mistake."
The Leopard Lady was not a lady at all, well, not in the usual sense, but a transsexual in leopard leotards.
"We enlisted her anyway, didn't we?"
"We did."
"Aren't you boys supposed to be doing something else?"
"God-dess!"
"Quiet, boys. You don't want to give us away, do you?"
The Goddess, disguised as a waitress, dabbed at a coffee ring on the table and smiled almost naturally.
"We're here for the Red Seal, Goddess."
"Red Seal is on Forth World Rift being forced to have torrid sex with a beautiful woman," she said quietly eyeing them, turning her gaze from one face to the other. He will be back here tomorrow."
"Then who . . . ?" They looked back to the food line. Goddess, Tengu in tow, walked into the ill-lighted kitchen to find no one there and the meat grinder still running. "Don't have the meatloaf," she advised nodding to a large pan of ground meat.
A NOTE: (forgivness: Tennessee Williams)
"When things go bad I have always depended upon the kindness of sheer fantasy" - I think Blanche Dubois said that - I'm almost sure!
Ms. Dubois, your therapy is at an end. You are cured. You can go back home, now.
c 2008 F Gordon Kennedy scorecomposer
http://www.Myspace.com/scorecomposer
http://www.Myspace.com/scorecomposer1
http://www.reverbnation.com/tunepak/360593
http://www.reverbnation.com/scorecomposer
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