Wednesday, June 30, 2010

You've come to kill me


Lord Newman?


Approach me.
My name is. ...


I know who you are. You've come to kill me, haven't you?
Um ... hi. Well, yes, I suppose I did, but killing you is actually on the back burner at the moment.


I'm so glad to hear that. So cut to the chase. Why are you here?

Thank you for not speaking so big. ... Well, first, I would like to formally request that you reinstate Christmas as a holiday in Parallel Time.


No. What else you got?

Well ... I received this note from Agent Bauer.




He spelled Antarctica wrong. That's not like him.

You know Agent Bauer?


I'm aware of his work. I'm aware, for instance, that he came here to Parallel Time with you and The Player on a mission to kill me. ... In our defense we had planned to torture you first...


Save it, hypocrite!
Hypocrite?


You, who go on about the Christmas spirit at one moment and contemplate torture and killing at the next! Would your precious Santa Claus torture and murder people?
Have you met him?


Would Jesus?
Well ... no. But he's probably mad that you double-crossed him ...


Double-crossed? Would you be surprised if I told you Jesus sent me here on a mission to thwart the crows? And that our falling out was merely a ruse?

Um ... Would I be surprised that Jesus sent you here on a mission to thwart the crows, or that your falling out was a ruse, or that you told me about the mission, the ruse or both?


All of it. Um ... yes?

Come with me, idiot.

Where?


We're going to the South Pole.

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