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Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
So I come back one night to find my place taken over by a gang of teenagers. Somehow I know these kids are armed. As they jibber and prattle, all the while dismantling the computer, and generally looting my stuff, I act as though nothing is happening so as not to provoke them. I have to call the police without the kids noticing, because if they find out that the police are coming, they'll shoot me. We chat casually as if nothing is happening, because if they find out I know I'm being robbed, they'll shoot me. I can't use the computer to do this because they are tearing it up to sell the parts, but they don't see my cordless phone. Then it comes to me I don't even have the number for the Englewood police department! I try to hide the phone under a pillow. Then, apparently by accident, either the kids or I pull the "emergency" cord from the wall which automatically alerts the fire department. (This is standard in buildings that house seniors and disabled.) Knowing help is coming before the kids even suspect it, I try to get out of the way. Then the fire department arrive and overpower the kids. I am talking on the telephone with someone telling them about the incident, trying to decide what to charge those punks with. The friend says to charge them with all sorts of things. But I say it should be burglary, since all the burglars did was burgle. Mike is with me in the room. As he talks, he starts revealing more and more details about the crime. I decide he must be one of the criminal gang. I throw him out the door and slam it shut. He tries to turn the lock but I am holding it. Then he tries to push the door but am leaning on it. Did you know door is an arcane and complicated concept? That you have to study it for twelve years? that you have to know what a door is before you can get through it? I keep telling him: the door ... the door ... door ... door ... but Mike doesn't understand the concept of "door," because they don't have doors in ... ... and then I recognize him. He's the tough, three-fisted Scotsman from Hawaii. Finally big, mean, minced meat Mike just gives up. He just leaves, retiring, presumably, to the hole under the mountain and his sassy fras volcanic Ssssssssssssss. I must have another talk with the volcano deity Pele. It's okay. For, even if big, mean, minced meat Mike insists on rampaging through my dreams, Why, I can always make fun of him up here .. James: I hope you won't make poi out of me. Is it okay with enough sugar on it? Midnitesun tells me that it's ... uh ... never mind. Now, if I can do something about this stone monster and his jaws ... Music: Theme from Hawaii Five Oh No! put down that pickle! Southern Cross |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Yes, put down that pickle! Laughing here, remembering elements of your Hawaii 'Mike' episodes. |
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