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: 2010/1468	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. 



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