Post by sweetooth on Nov 5, 2007 22:56:31 GMT -5
~~Here is another English boredom spawn. This one is shorter though ^.^~~
"That was a good meal, thanks" I said to the man across the table.
"Your welcome" the man replied. "Now let's talk about this contract" he said, putting down the knife and fork he had used to eat his breakfast. Two eggs, over easy, flap jacks, brown toast and a couple strips of bacon.
"What about it?" I questioned, wiping my mouth with the napkin provided with the meal. The man put his elbows on the table and put his hands under his chin
"What do I do?" The man asked, leaning in over the table. I stretched and leaned back in the chair.
"All you have to do is sign on the dotted line" I told him, cracking my knuckles I continued to stare at the man. Thirty-five years of age, healthy and financially set. The only problem was that his wife was killed about a month ago. She was found in a bed with another man, both shot six times.
"How effective are you?" The man inquired as he pulled out a pen from an inside pocket in his jacket.
"No, use this" I said, pulling out my own pen I handed it to him. I was red except for the top which was white and had a detailed horn for the clicker. "I am as effective as you want me to be"
The man took the pen, looking at me confusingly. He proceeded to write his name down when he said "As soon as possible if you could" I watched him write his name, ever so graceful his pen strokes were. As soon as the pen left the paper, I grabbed it and the piece of paper, folder the contract and put them both in my jacket pocket. I took out the digital watch that was in there. Looked at it and then gave it to the man. It was counting down from five minutes.
"But how?" He asked. I stood up, stretched and grabbed my jacket.
"You said as soon as possible. Oh, and thanks for the meal." I said, winking after I said 'meal'. I put on my sunglasses and walked away. I heard the man call the waitress and ask for a drink. Whiskey, I think he said. Fine drink to have as your last. Still can't believe he signed his own contract
"That was a good meal, thanks" I said to the man across the table.
"Your welcome" the man replied. "Now let's talk about this contract" he said, putting down the knife and fork he had used to eat his breakfast. Two eggs, over easy, flap jacks, brown toast and a couple strips of bacon.
"What about it?" I questioned, wiping my mouth with the napkin provided with the meal. The man put his elbows on the table and put his hands under his chin
"What do I do?" The man asked, leaning in over the table. I stretched and leaned back in the chair.
"All you have to do is sign on the dotted line" I told him, cracking my knuckles I continued to stare at the man. Thirty-five years of age, healthy and financially set. The only problem was that his wife was killed about a month ago. She was found in a bed with another man, both shot six times.
"How effective are you?" The man inquired as he pulled out a pen from an inside pocket in his jacket.
"No, use this" I said, pulling out my own pen I handed it to him. I was red except for the top which was white and had a detailed horn for the clicker. "I am as effective as you want me to be"
The man took the pen, looking at me confusingly. He proceeded to write his name down when he said "As soon as possible if you could" I watched him write his name, ever so graceful his pen strokes were. As soon as the pen left the paper, I grabbed it and the piece of paper, folder the contract and put them both in my jacket pocket. I took out the digital watch that was in there. Looked at it and then gave it to the man. It was counting down from five minutes.
"But how?" He asked. I stood up, stretched and grabbed my jacket.
"You said as soon as possible. Oh, and thanks for the meal." I said, winking after I said 'meal'. I put on my sunglasses and walked away. I heard the man call the waitress and ask for a drink. Whiskey, I think he said. Fine drink to have as your last. Still can't believe he signed his own contract
