Avoid if triggered by misplaced apostrophe's. (essayel) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-11-18 17:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | andy, chas, gallery |
290 City, morning, Andy and Charlie.
Having had to repair his phone once with gaffer tape Charlie replaced it in the cradle more gently than the phone call he had just had warranted.
Andy was just in time to see him do it, having whizzed round from the desk where she had been listening in to remind him not to break it again, and folded her arms and raised her eyebrows.
"Do you want me to kill him for you?" she asked. "My rates are very reasonable and I'll do a clean job. I'll make it look exactly as though he accidentally ripped off his own genitals and choked to death on them. I know just how to do it."
She hoped, wherever he was, Richard Udridtz was getting an uneasy feeling in his scrotum. Standing outside the New York 290 and leafleting potential customers with complaints about fascist censorship was bad but going inside screaming at poor Prudence until she cried put him beyond the pale.
"I can't ask my staff to deal with that," Charlie said. "It's just not fair. No - I - I'll have to go back there." He reached for the phone again. "I'll tell Deacon. He can't come but - oh lord ..."
Nine's communication made life immeasurably more complicated.
Andy put her hand over his. "I'll go," she said. "Please - let me, Chas. I promise I won't hurt him if he comes in again. Go on. Why should you have all the fun?"
"You're just so weird," Charlie said, staring at her and Andy smiled knowing he'd give in - eventually. It was always more fun if they wriggled.