O the emptiness, (or Avoid the Void)

[shipshapeshipco]

My id... she has gone, far away from this boat, leaving me only five-sixths of a man.  Simultaneously, I feel completely hollowed and filled with tepid water, which is rather confusing.

I suppose I could take a spin around the boat, and maybe visit this new brewpub I've heard so much about. Sergei's was it?

Comments

[wildcolors]

You're a cup?

[shipshapeshipco]

Only in the sense that you may drink of me to sustain your body's necessary buoyancy and healthful urination.

Before you ask, yes. I am indeed making a pass at you!

[wildcolors]

[Have laughter, clear and pretty as an blue sky.]

People are bad cups, but good vessels. Or is it vassals? But bad boats. Unless you're dead, then you float really well, but you get squishy after a while and people always get so upset when...

I'm Alice! What's your name?

[shipshapeshipco]

Samuel Goldthwaine Robinson Jr! But you can call me "charmed to be in your presence."

You have quite the philosopher's bend, don't you? The floating perished do lack the certain solidness necessary to serve as a yacht. It's refreshing to hear such sense!

[wildcolors]

Oh! Kage said you're "fuckin touched, that guy." What touched you? Was it a fish?

Do you like fish? I had a fish once, but it died because I didn't feed it enough. It used to swim in circles, and then once it jumped out of the bowl. I liked that fish.

[shipshapeshipco]

Unfortunately, what touched me wasn't Kage. For some reason I feel that could heal any wound, if applied correctly.

[Samuel pauses to consider what he said, before coming to the conclusion that it wasn't strange at all.]

I used to watch the fish jump on the lake by St. Corbin's. Fredsie used to palm hickory switches from the arboritum around the corner for make-shift poles. One day, lacking access to the arboritum, he took "Grandmother Moses", the trusted hickory switch of one Professor Crandon McDormandburg. During Speech Pathology he was to punish little Eddsie Colloughway for a particularly delicious gaffe he made, but found no switch to hit him with!

It goes to show, when fish are jumping, palming your pole may in fact save you from a public spanking! but only during Speech Pathology.

[wildcolors]

...I don't have a pole!

[shipshapeshipco]

Then you'd better get one! When's your next Speech Pathology session?

[wildcolors]

Don't get fresh.

[shipshapeshipco]

[Sadly, Samuel doesn't get what he said.]

But I'm always fresh! I take quite good care of my skin, apply olive-oil to my cuticles... I'm always prepared for a night on the town- even with no land in sight!

[wildcolors]

If olive oil is made out of olives, why don't they make baby oil out of babies?

We could go dancing. Do you dance?

[shipshapeshipco]

I believe they do make baby oil out of babies. whose babies though, you'd have to ask an expert. I'd assume a form of newt.

Why, yes! I dance quite well, in fact! how dapper a couple we'll be, strutting to the floor and performing all the latest moves: the river-winder, the jumping fish, oiling the newt, speech pathology...

I think I know just the place, too!

[wildcolors]

Carnival!

[shipshapeshipco]

the carn-- the carnival! What a brilliant idea! I do love a carnival, and I've heard there's a quite lovely one around, though I've not found it myself!

And I was just going to say Sergei's! You are a peach, aren't you?

[wildcolors]

I'm a girl, not a peach. Peaches are fuzzier and don't know as many jokes.

[shipshapeshipco]

Except for Japanese peaches. They're famous for their humor.

Now allow me to do this correctly. Will you accompany me to a night at the carnival?