|ROGER'S FABULOUS VOYAGES, PART 3, CHAPTER 5. (standard:humor, 2542 words) [5/10] show all parts|
|Author: Danny Zil||Added: Jun 18 2012||Views/Reads: 1255/868||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The main Union on Klyzemadez decides to come out on strike...and then discovers it has hardly any workers.|
FIVE Arthur was a stocky man with a big pointed nose and a very strange hairstyle – his hair was in the process of leaving him and he'd tried to conceal this by using an ear to ear parting with his hair combed forwards. It looked really convincing and natural. He was dressed in a dark blue suit and carried a briefcase. Two other men had strode in behind him and promptly bumped into him when he had halted. He turned and glared at them. “This is brother Colin,” he said, making the introductions, “and brother Derick.” Colin was a youngish slim chap with short brown hair and eyes set too close together for sanity. Derick was a large well-built chap with short black hair and eyes set too far apart for sanity. “Afternoon,” they said in unison to the room. “Afternoon, brother Valory,” Arthur said, putting his briefcase on a table. Valory stood up and took his cap off in deference to this tremendously important man. “Afternoon, Mr Ackley,” he said, grinning proudly. Arthur nodded at him. “Right, brother Valory sent for us because of trouble at pit. Sorry about the cliché. In case you others don't know, we represent the biggest union on Klyzemadex. We're the Klyzemadex Unified National Team Strikeforce.” Young Wilf sniggered. “Kunts!” he muttered. Arthur glared at him. “Watch it, lad!” he warned, holding a fist up to him. “Easy Arthur,” Thropely said pacifyingly. “Lad were just takin initial letters o yer group an formin name wi 'em.” “Aye, it's easy way to remember things,” added Stan. “It's called first letter anemonic” Thropely laughed. “Don't be daft, Stan! Anemonic is small plant like animal wi long tendrils that lives in sea. Word you're lookin for is ankerite.” It was Doris's turn to laugh. “Ankerite!?” she scoffed. “Don't be daft, Thropely. Ankerite is a rhombohedral carbonate mineral o calcium, iron, magnesium an manganese. Named after Austrian mineral Professor it were, M.J.Anker. He lived way back in 1772 an died in...in...,” she trailed off and frowned. Just then a drunk Sir Ashley staggered in. His wig was on sideways so he too had an ear to ear parting. “Look Arthur, he's copying your hairstyle!” Colin pointed out. “Shutit,” Arthur replied. “Allo Sir Ashley,” said Doris. “Can ye remember M.J.Anker at all?” Sir Ashley sank onto a sofa and frowned. “Oh yes!” he said. “He played cricket for England. Damn fine player he was too.” It was Valory's turn to laugh. “Don't be daft, Sir Ashley!” he said. “Lad you're thinkin about was E.J.Anker. Lost both legs in tragic accident at London Zoo when enraged hippo broke out o enclosure an trampled him.” It was Wilf's turn to laugh. “Don't be daft, our Valory!” he said. “E.J.Anker lived in Aura Street next to Eunice an Tommy Grunnion. He were a schizophrenic ventriloquist.” Roger cleared his throat loudly. “I think this conversation is getting a bit silly!” he declared. Click here to read the rest of this story (341 more lines)
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