
Originally Posted by
The Nid Hog
I'm more excited about this than ever. Trying now to decide what I should be imagining. Is it a B&W scene of a couple of guys in trench coats standing in a pool of light on a misty pier, slipping a bearded ship's captain (wearing a peacoat and cap, of course) a envelope stuffed with worn Deutschmarks; then, later that night, loading covered pallets into the hold? Or is it a group of tall, thin German technocrats in lab coats standing in the middle of a huge, sparkling white laboratory, inspecting a giant padded metal case filled with rods; on their signal, a perfectly fit lid is lowered into place and a silent conveyor belt moves the rods to a sleek black Mercedes truck? For now, I'm going with the noir scene--it works better with this pen.
(Nid Hog summoned to head office, in which sit two Germans.)
'Nid, you haff been safety inspector here for two years ... vatt inishateeves haff you zpearheaded in zat time?'
'... um, all of them?'
'I zee ... and zo you hafs zome planss for zee futur?'
'I sure do!'
'... ... ... such as??'
'Well, ... ... ... I wish the ebonite pen vending machines weren't so picky about taking beat up dollar bills ... because ... a lot of ... guys like pens ... made of ... ebonite?'
'Vee underztand, Nid. After all, vee are from zee LAND of EBONITE.'
' ... mmm, the Land of Ebonite ...'
Be there or be square. Only I can do both!
I've got a cat named Beefeater and a dog named Beefeater, and two goldfish called Beefeater and Beefeater. There's Beefeater my hamster and Beefeater my horse, and my piglet, known as Beefeater of course.
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