Friday, November 15, 2013

 

The Duty of Serving Genius



Carrying It Out

 
-Did you finally get hold of Mr Bigass Policy?

-Yeah. He said you handle it. That's not what he does.

-Yeah, me! The peasant!

-Whatever the Barons half-wittedly decree, ours, then,
the super-abundant headaches carrying it out! Oy!

-Like to get my hands on his throat!

-Ask me where our interview occurred,
where I finally caught him.

-I'm...wincing.

-On the country club verandah. They spend
half their lives there. “More gin than tonic
next time, Charles, if you please!”


-I'm a sonofabitch. I'm just a complete freakin...!

-Let's get a drink and not go back in there today.

-Not go back there? It’s chaos without us!

-I'll be a sonofabitch if you ain’t right! But I do wanna
make policy in the next world! Force peasants to dance.
Observe their natural rhythms.

-It’s sewed up there too.

Labels: , , ,


Comments: Post a Comment

<< Home

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?