Post by BEX on Sept 2, 2011 13:31:13 GMT -5
Boodle looked at the rather eloquent scribe and his unbelievably calm partner with a renewed sense of respect; it was common knowledge that no one spoke to Boss Wipes with such an air of equality and lived to talk about it. The white haired politician was about to open his mouth to voice his heart’s content when a reprimanding look and a hand placed gently against the mayor’s chest stopped him. Despite the gesture, Gordon’s eyes were brimming with interest at the situation that unfolded in front of them, “Just leave it to the young ones Boodle-san, it seems this is their era anyway” said the middle aged man. Strange as it was, but Boodle seemed to regard the gray haired craftsman to be near his age…even with the obvious physical details that would lend credence to the contrary. On to more pressing matters…
“Oh, hey little dude. Are you talking to us, man?”
“…..”
A harmonious groan spread through the mob of employees whose wicked temperament had melted away to fearful knowing. Veins lined the forehead of the oddly silent leader of the textile gang and his eyes bulged with an uncountable amount of blood vessels, each branching out to untold individual paths of their one. These same red rimmed oculars observed while the tiny man’s ears listened to the sound of rejection…in foreign languages as well as silver tongued dialects, "Despite your generous offer of room, board, and employment, Diminuative Sir, I think all three of us have aspirations away from Orange Town. As a result, we will be forced to decline." Jun explained, apparently unaware of the effect his kind hearted use of adjectives took upon the listener in this particular instance. "As a consolation item sir, please enjoy this coupon for a free nacho platter."
Reaching slowly to take the coupon offering a laudable amount of nachos for one such as himself, Torsh nodded, his smile twitching at the ends, but otherwise seeming to peaceably accept that someone had defied his decree. Not a bad thing necessarily. Chou chou, the town mutt snickered in that penetrating way that might have been the straw that broke the camel’s back….so to speak. Shuffling a few steps back towards his seventy odd men, all of their eyes staring curiously at the employer with a touch of apprehension sealing their lips, the man stared down at the worn out piece of paper and decided that it wasn’t such a bad offer. A fair man might have even been satisfied with a nice nacho platter and he always considered himself a fair man…however…they had both called him short This was not counting the assumption that the dog has also joined in the deprecation of the vertically challenged as well, “I want all of you to…” he muttered darkly as his eyes raised from the coupon and there was little guesswork involved on the part of the factory workers as to what was going to be commanded here.
In fact Gordon and Boodle were quite familiar with the expression on the man—whose near white pants now donned a sickly brown smattering wetness around the seat. The stench gave away a number of things including the reason behind the trembling finger that pointed to the trio of misfits and the voice that boomed with ill-tempered alacrity, “I WANT BOTH THEIR ASSES ON A STICK!!” he bellowed. Then reconsidering his demand he added, “Also maybe catch the dog…we can sell to a circus…” the another considering pause, “Then again he might have rabies so kill him too” the boss added.
With that his men rushed forward to begin the historical event later to be named, ‘The Brown Stain Brawl’.
“Oh, hey little dude. Are you talking to us, man?”
“…..”
A harmonious groan spread through the mob of employees whose wicked temperament had melted away to fearful knowing. Veins lined the forehead of the oddly silent leader of the textile gang and his eyes bulged with an uncountable amount of blood vessels, each branching out to untold individual paths of their one. These same red rimmed oculars observed while the tiny man’s ears listened to the sound of rejection…in foreign languages as well as silver tongued dialects, "Despite your generous offer of room, board, and employment, Diminuative Sir, I think all three of us have aspirations away from Orange Town. As a result, we will be forced to decline." Jun explained, apparently unaware of the effect his kind hearted use of adjectives took upon the listener in this particular instance. "As a consolation item sir, please enjoy this coupon for a free nacho platter."
Reaching slowly to take the coupon offering a laudable amount of nachos for one such as himself, Torsh nodded, his smile twitching at the ends, but otherwise seeming to peaceably accept that someone had defied his decree. Not a bad thing necessarily. Chou chou, the town mutt snickered in that penetrating way that might have been the straw that broke the camel’s back….so to speak. Shuffling a few steps back towards his seventy odd men, all of their eyes staring curiously at the employer with a touch of apprehension sealing their lips, the man stared down at the worn out piece of paper and decided that it wasn’t such a bad offer. A fair man might have even been satisfied with a nice nacho platter and he always considered himself a fair man…however…they had both called him short This was not counting the assumption that the dog has also joined in the deprecation of the vertically challenged as well, “I want all of you to…” he muttered darkly as his eyes raised from the coupon and there was little guesswork involved on the part of the factory workers as to what was going to be commanded here.
In fact Gordon and Boodle were quite familiar with the expression on the man—whose near white pants now donned a sickly brown smattering wetness around the seat. The stench gave away a number of things including the reason behind the trembling finger that pointed to the trio of misfits and the voice that boomed with ill-tempered alacrity, “I WANT BOTH THEIR ASSES ON A STICK!!” he bellowed. Then reconsidering his demand he added, “Also maybe catch the dog…we can sell to a circus…” the another considering pause, “Then again he might have rabies so kill him too” the boss added.
With that his men rushed forward to begin the historical event later to be named, ‘The Brown Stain Brawl’.