Postby bigsleepj » Mon Jun 21, 2004 10:47 pm
Hmmm. Not my best work (that is if I ever had something good in the first place), just another "plot developement" chapter.
Chapter 12
Day 22 (they took a long time to reach Texas)
Time: 4:45pm
Location: Hitch's Motel, Texas
Earlier the day they had passed into Texas and, since the bus was beginning to get crowded, everyone decided to stop at a motel for the night. As ominous motels go, this one took the cake. It had about enough room for each of the members so far, a small kitchen, and a giant castle on a mountain right behind it. Link and The Cheat just ignored the name of the post-box that said "Forth Worthless, Property of Doctor Victor Frankenstein".
It seems that Dr Frankenstein ran Hitch's Motel and surprisingly not into the ground. There was a full kitchen staff, several cleaners (who looked like rag dolls, but never mind) who talked, Bigsleepj figured, some kind of foreign language consisting of groans and grunts.
Dr Frankenstein rubbed his hands together with an evil smile as everyone signed in. "Hmmm. Revenue," he said, sounding surprisingly a lot like Homer Simpson. He even looked the part, only more devious. "I hope you all have a pleasant stay."
"Uh, thank you," Link said, his skin crawling.
Suddenly Frankenstein put his hand over his mouth. "Victor!" came a woman's voice. Link was not sure whether or not it Frankenstein who was making the voice or someone else. "Victor, are you checking in clients into the motel again?"
Frankenstein removed the hand from his mouth, turned around and yelled back "D'oh! Come one, Marge, it's my job!"
He replaced his hand on his mouth again. "Victor, you better not be talking to any girls. Listen you your wife, Vicky."
"The sooner we get out of here," Link said, "the better! This place is freaking me out!"
Howl! Woof!….Bark! said the Cheat. (I know, he's creepy! But don't worry. He's harmless….I think."
"You think?" Link said, eyeing Dr Frankenstein who was fitting himself with a long xenomorphic blue wig.
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Meanwhile Samuraidragon and Jedisonic were having an argument about who should share a room with PumpkinKoRn52 (weirdo) who did not look sane. They drew straws and Jedisonic went on to share the room. Suddenly, when they tried to leave the front door of the foyer, a swarm of black birds came and landed on a jungle-gym outside, looking straight at them. "Spooky, Dude," Jedisonic said. "I mean, cha, they look rather nasty, man. Like they're going to destroy us all, dude! Eat us!"
"I suggest we run to our room!" PumpkinKoRn52 said. They ran out the foyer, trying to get to the room. They threw open the doors with such a loud bang that it scared the birds away. The obviously over-exaggerated danger passed, Jedisonic and PumpkinKoRn52 walk slowly to their room.
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Later that evening, Bigsleepj ordered himself a large meal consisting out champagne, caviar, cheese (oh yes, cheese!) and assorted hamburgers, chickenburgers, boerwors, biltong and sliced bread (what is the greatest thing since sliced bread?). It was a venerable feast. There was also some Texas Tea in a cup, but it smelled horrible, tasted oily and was poured down the drain (good thing he never smoked).
Bigsleepj then heard a commotion coming from across the courtyard of his motel. He saw Jedisonic and PumpkinKoRn52 arguing heavily (he saw this because their window was open). Jedisonic was fidgeting with his lightsaber and PumpkinKoRn52 was clasping his sheathed katana as if he was about to draw.
Bigsleepj was about to react to this when he heard a burp behind him. He turned around and saw that UC Pseudonym, was sitting at the table and all of his precious food, including the cheese, was gone.
"Where's my food?" Bigsleepj bellowed with force that shook the foundation of the motel.
"I ate it," UC Pseudonym said, delicately. "Was quite tasty. Allow me to reimburse you."
Bigsleepj exploded (figuratively). "Mere money can not make up for the slander you have put on my honor by sneaking into my room and consuming my food! I challenge you to a duel!"
UC Pseudonym realized that this has been a bad decision to each the fat bearded man's food. "A duel? I'm afraid I don't duel."
"Why not?"
"Because you can't duel," UC said.
"Oh yes, I can!" Bigsleepj said. "I can duel with katana, sakobato, whip, pistol, sabre, rubber chicken and nuclear warhead! Choose your weapon!"
"You can't duel," UC said, "if you're in hospital with a CONCUSSION! HYAH!!!"
SLAM! BONK!
"Oh my!" UC said.
"Hahahahahaha!" laughed Bigsleepj. "You're continual knocks on my head have hardened the epidermis on my head! Any attempt at my head by anything short of a bullet will be ineffectual."
"Darn," UC said. "In that case, I accept your challenge. What rules should we follow?"
"I suggest the Duke of Malts Rules. One second each. Different weapons. No tricks. I choose the sabre as my weapon. I choose as my second PumpkinKoRn52," Bigsleepj said.
"I accept your suggestion of the Duke of Malts rules," UC replied. "Quarterstaff as my weapon of choice. My second shall be Jedisonic. When shall we fight?"
"Tommorow at dawn," Bigsleepj said. "I need my rest."
"Me too. Shall we first inform our seconds?" UC asked.
"Why not?"
When they gazed out their windows, they saw Jedisonic running around his room, panicking. "Did he kill his roommate?" UC asked.
Suddenly PumpkinKoRn52walked. "No," Bigsleepj answered. "Why should he?"
Reluctantly Jedisonic and PumpkinKoRn52 agreed, only because they felt they might bring sanity to a crazy situation. By the next morning everyone, Dr Frankenstein, included, had heard about the duel and had gathered outside the bus to try and dissuade the two duelists to stop their petty duel. UC was all for it, but Bigsleepj was quite petty.
"Ready when you are," Bigsleepj said.
"Ready," UC said, raising his staff.
"Stop! You can't do this!" Link said. "I wont allow it."
"Ah, good," UC said. "In that case…"
"Stay out of this, Link Antilles," Bigsleepj said, raising his sabre. "This sword was forged during the dawn of time when the oceans drunk Atlantis and the blood of Isildur ruled the West and it would cut through anything except . . . . sorry, can't say. But if you pass in between my blade and his staff you will be cut in half."
"Frozen jello," UC replied.
"What?" Bigsleepj said, his face white.
"Frozen jello is the only thing the Black Antler, the sword Bigsleepj is holding, wont cut. It's weakness is jello. So I filled the seams of my clothes, my pockets, my scarf and my hat with greengage jelly!" His voice was triumphant.
"Eeeew. You are wise, UC," Bigsleepj replied, astonished. "But frozen jello will melt, so you have little time to defeat me, and that's all I need. I'm surprised you did not begin to eat your own clothes."
UC's mouth began to water, then shook his head. "No, you will you trick me!"
"Bet you five dollars I will," he replied.
"You’re a baby, you know that," Link said and walked away. Everyone else stayed to watch or to stop the battle if everything got too far, but Link went straight to his room to pack up a few things and to refuel his bus. When he entered the room, he found waiting for him….Troll, who is after his skin.
"So, Link Antilles, we meet again," Troll said.
"What do you want?"
"Give me what ask of you," Troll said, "and I shall let you and your friends go. Don't give it to me and I will destroy you and the CAA! Give me what I ask for."
"Uh, do you mean this is all about that newspaper I stole?" Link said. "Well, I threw it away, but I could buy you a new one. . . . . OUCH!"
A blast of subractive magic knocked Link across the room. "YOU THINK THIS IS ABOUT A MEASILY NEWSPAPER?" The room shook as if hit by an earthquake. Plaster fell from the roof as well as portraits. "You are not only INSOLENT but stupid as well, Link Antilles! This has very LITTLE to do with the paper! If you had given me FROM THE START that I ask of you!"
"What is it?" Link said, slightly in pain.
"I'm not going to say," Troll answered.
"What? Why not?"
"Plot device."
"Figures."
"I guess," Troll said, "considering what's at stake, I could drop a clue. It is something you should have given me from the start."
"And what is it?"
"It is…oh bother, plot device." The "oh bother" comment came when most of the collected CAA charged into the room, swords and weapons in their hands. All except Bigsleepj, that is.
"You have not seen the last of me, Link Antilles!" Troll screamed as he ran out the window. "We shall meet again and you better give me what I ask!" He disappeared in a cloud of red smoke.
"We better leave," UC said. "His minion Peach Blossom is not far behind. I can feel him in my bones."
"Yes, we should," Link said, then noticed something. "There's jello leaking out of your pockets. Where's Bigsleepj."
"I caught him off guard and turned him into a whooping llama. He put up a good fight, but I was too smart for him. He's already on the bus and waiting to return to human form."
"We should get on it as well," Link said, then added. "I'm sorry for all the trouble I'm causing."
"Yes, well," Aaron said, clinging to his lantern, "would have happened sooner or later."
"Really?" Link asked.
"No."