Thursday, December 15, 2011

Just do it



Boss? ... Afraid I've got some bad news.

Is there any other kind?

Well, for one thing the system is completely buggered. Ever since that damn dinosaur got caught up in it ...

That's one of my creatures you're talking about.

Right. Sorry. ... Ever since that creature of yours got pulled into the transphasic matrix, nothing works. 'Alf the toilets here are backed up and the ones that do work will only ship to the Parallel bloody South Pole.

Do I look like a plumber? What do you want me to do about it?

Don't you have a saint or an angel or someone up there who can fix this sort of thing?

Hmm. Let me think. ... Oh right. That would be you. If you aren't up to the job ...

Let's not be hasty. ... I realize I've never been one of your favorite saints ...

Probationary saint.

Right. Probationary saint. ... But this isn't my fault. Bramwell fooled around with that bloody freight elevator ... and then the dinosaur.

Listen. I don't have time for this. I have a lot on my plate. I'm down two archangels. St. Peter is letting dead terrorists wander through the gates and Santa's been drinking again. You and Donovan and Old Donovan are going to have to figure this out for yourselves.

Yes sir. Um ...

Now what?

We've had some messages coming through the gate. Seems there's a mole at the South Pole.

A mole? What messages?

Someone from the Pew Works tower has been in contact with someone at the South Pole Vatican -- probably Bramwell. Oh, did I tell you Bramwell used some gizmo to get to the Parallel South Pole? ... Also, someone's been fooling around with the transphasic bubble we've been using to keep great White Crow under wraps. Again, probably Bramwell.

Crows! I've about had it up to here with crows. ... If I could get through one day without hearing about crows or Bramwell, or Marge for that matter ...

One last thing ... Chef Andrew ...

Who?

He's a TV chef that accidentally got pulled through the toilet to the Parallel South Pole. ...

Oh boo-hoo. Tell him to offer it up. ... Here's what I want you to do. I'm going to send some more help to Bauer and Newman in the South Pole. You get them there and tell them to deal with Bramwell. Then you get them all back to non-Parallel Allentown to deal with Marge. I don't care how you do it, just do it. Understood?

Understood, sir. ... And if I don't talk to you before then, sir, Happy Birthday.

Just do it.

Yes sir. Goodbye. ... Jeez, he's got a bee in his bonnet, doesn't he?

He's under some stress, I suppose. Cucumber sandwich?

Don't mind if i do.

Actually, he looks just like my plumber back in Manchester.

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