“You seem to have enjoyed your terms in office
Number Two.”
“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.”
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, just my sense
of humour.”
“Which is strong an
unimpaired?”
“Now you’re talking
about Number Six.”
“Well let’s talk about
you. It didn’t go so well for you.”
“Didn’t it?”
“What?”
“The plan to make Number
Six bend, to get him to talk.”
“Give away the reason
behind his resignation.”
“I did try and tell
them.”
“But you did your
best.”
“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
I died!”
“Did you?”
“Well apparently I did.”
“Not quite the same is
it, apparently
dying.”
“It could have been the
drink.”
“It didn’t effect Number
6, did it? He did drink from the same
bottle.”
“One week, one teeny weenie
week, and I almost had him.”
“He’s a good man.”
“I am a
good man, I was a good man…….!”
“But he was better.”
“Well of course it had to be.”
“His reward?”
“His reward?”
“The throne.”
“And yours?”
“Apparently this Perspex orbit tube!”
“And then what?”
“Apparently this Perspex orbit tube!”
“And then what?”
It was
at this point that Number 2 fell silent with a far away look in his eye. I
turned and walked away, leaving a “late” Number 2 to his thoughts before I got
put into one of these Perspex tubes!
Be seeing you
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