Board meetings are long days for everyone involved I think; at least that's the way I've always found them. I hope they're long because of the amount to do, and not because of the amount of things that are suddenly found needing to be done!
I'm taking a break from Fabian today as I got inspiration in a different direction from the prompt.
Long "Excuse me, sir," said the policeman with the patience of someone who has to ask an awkward question and knows that getting a serious answer will take some work, "but what do you have in your trousers?" "It's long and hard," said Ben automatically. Bill nudged him with an elbow. "And on the verge of escaping," he added. The policeman, a short, balding guy in his late forties who looked like he hit the gym every day and twice on Sundays, sighed. "Probably longer than average, would that be right?" he said, managing to make it sound like he heard this on every street corner. "Maybe even the biggest I've ever seen?" "Definitely not the biggest," said Bill. "It would be in my pants then." "Only because you've got a slightly larger waist-size," said Ben indignantly. He rearranged something in his trousers. "It's definitely trying to get free though, so can we hurry this up please officer?" "Take your pants off then," said the officer, rolling his eyes. "Let's see what this thing you're trying to conceal is." Bill smirked. "That's not a good idea, officer. It's still too light out here." "And why does that matter?" Ben sighed now, and rearranged something again. "Did you get a call about an anguished scream?" he said. "Maybe described as long, drawn-out and dopplering into the distance? Worryingly like someone who's having the life ripped out of them?" The policeman took a step back. "I did," he said, "and if that's a threat then I should warn you that there is already back-up on the way." "It's not a threat," said Bill, taking over. "That scream was Hench." "Hench?" "He... she... they were our henchling," said Bill. "We never found out what their real name was." "We never asked," said Ben, helpfully. "They were hired help, after all. And they looked at this thing in the light, and it summoned what the books describe as Lodi's grace, which seems to look a lot like a cross between a goat, a crocodile, and a millipede." "It's very long," said Bill, "and it's got far too many legs. It runs like Usain Bolt trying to make it to the toilet before the laxative kicks in." "Lodi...?" said the policeman, his face scrunching into a frown. "Lodi...." "We think it's eaten Hench," said Ben. "We hope it has," said Bill. "It might be trying to mate with them." "Lodi," said the policeman. His face straightened out. "Are you two telling me you have the Idol of Lodi? Down your pants?" "It has to be kept in the dark," said Ben. "Much like your last girlfriend," said Bill, ignoring Ben's snarl.
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Board meetings are long days for everyone involved I think; at least that's the way I've always found them. I hope they're long because of the amount to do, and not because of the amount of things that are suddenly found needing to be done!
I'm taking a break from Fabian today as I got inspiration in a different direction from the prompt.
Long
"Excuse me, sir," said the policeman with the patience of someone who has to ask an awkward question and knows that getting a serious answer will take some work, "but what do you have in your trousers?"
"It's long and hard," said Ben automatically. Bill nudged him with an elbow. "And on the verge of escaping," he added.
The policeman, a short, balding guy in his late forties who looked like he hit the gym every day and twice on Sundays, sighed. "Probably longer than average, would that be right?" he said, managing to make it sound like he heard this on every street corner. "Maybe even the biggest I've ever seen?"
"Definitely not the biggest," said Bill. "It would be in my pants then."
"Only because you've got a slightly larger waist-size," said Ben indignantly. He rearranged something in his trousers. "It's definitely trying to get free though, so can we hurry this up please officer?"
"Take your pants off then," said the officer, rolling his eyes. "Let's see what this thing you're trying to conceal is."
Bill smirked. "That's not a good idea, officer. It's still too light out here."
"And why does that matter?"
Ben sighed now, and rearranged something again. "Did you get a call about an anguished scream?" he said. "Maybe described as long, drawn-out and dopplering into the distance? Worryingly like someone who's having the life ripped out of them?"
The policeman took a step back. "I did," he said, "and if that's a threat then I should warn you that there is already back-up on the way."
"It's not a threat," said Bill, taking over. "That scream was Hench."
"Hench?"
"He... she... they were our henchling," said Bill. "We never found out what their real name was."
"We never asked," said Ben, helpfully. "They were hired help, after all. And they looked at this thing in the light, and it summoned what the books describe as Lodi's grace, which seems to look a lot like a cross between a goat, a crocodile, and a millipede."
"It's very long," said Bill, "and it's got far too many legs. It runs like Usain Bolt trying to make it to the toilet before the laxative kicks in."
"Lodi...?" said the policeman, his face scrunching into a frown. "Lodi...."
"We think it's eaten Hench," said Ben.
"We hope it has," said Bill. "It might be trying to mate with them."
"Lodi," said the policeman. His face straightened out. "Are you two telling me you have the Idol of Lodi? Down your pants?"
"It has to be kept in the dark," said Ben.
"Much like your last girlfriend," said Bill, ignoring Ben's snarl.
Greg - mostly long in the sense that they go on for almost the whole day. Don't generally enjoy listening to that much political talk talk talk.
And breaks are all good, so no worries!
Hah, can't help but enjoy this diversion. These two never fail to entertain, and I think you had a particularly good time writing this one :)
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