769: Ooh la la
Oh I am good with a capital Z (I'm just that good) I finished nearly all my Christmas shopping. In one day. *High five* Okay, so thats not true, because I've been searching for things to buy for over a month now, and its been a long and arduous search, and I've not had the greatest of luck, and all that stuff, but now its mostly over. Woo! Starting to feel quite Christmasy now!
"Ugh, you're a bloody hard man to kill, Gil!" he stated in a harsh tone with a great emphasis on the word "a". Which isn't really a word, it's more of a letter. Well, perhaps it is a word. No, no, I think I'll just settle with the fact that it's both.
"I believe that's the reason you hired me, sir." Gil replied. He didn't purposefully mean to say "sir". In fact, when he said it, he took a few mental steps back, but he couldn't change what he had said. No, it was far too late for that, as the space time continuum waits for no one. Not even a man such as him. Jerry pondered what he had said for several moments (moments being a gloriously unspecified amount of time with in which could be anything limited to your imagination, but let's try and keep it a little short) before picking up the pace of the conversation:
"Well, it doesn't matter any more; I have a job for you."
"Don't you remember the time when you tried to kill me?" Gil added with a careful dose of sarcasm, "What makes you think I'll be doing any jobs for you?"
"Because,.. 'Gil'... I hold something quite dear to you, and I'm pretty sure you'll want it back." Gil was silent, but remaining with his cool demeanour of a nonchalant appearance. Jerry picked up a small matt black box with an even smaller lid and held it in front of his eyes.
"Quite expensive, I believe." Gil still kept silent. But his act was slipping.
"And, if I might add, I went through some trouble to get it." Jerry was slowly winning ground over Gil, just like how an almost god-like-giant-lizard-who-attacks-fishing-villages-on-the-coast-of-Japan would win in a tug-of-war contest with the famous British tennis player of the late 20th Century, Tim Henman. Well, thats hoping that the giant-lizard etc etc would have big enough hands to grab the rope, unlike those pathetic Tyrannosaurus Rexes.
"I'll fetch a tidy price for it. Not that I need the money, so I might as well trash it, you know."
"You. Wouldn't. Dare." Gil bluntly stated.
"I knew I'd get some emotional response from you," Jerry stated, gleeful from the fact that he, as he knew it, had won.
"What do you want?"
"Well, I have a small problem. And you probably know who already. In fact, he's on his way here right now, walking along the highway into town. And I need you to go and... 'solve'.... that little problem of mine."
Gil remained silent, once again. He slowly began to edge towards the door, resigned in the fact that this was one job he had no choice of missing.
"Oh, and K? Don't you DARE fail me again."
And there was some Life of Stee, because I've not done any for ages. Oh, just because its not very clear, both of those people have pseudonyms, because that's how it done in the business. You should already know who Jerry is, and Gil, well, that's just been revealed.
Battlestar Galactica episode 11, ie, the mid-season premier, was really good! But damnit, cliffhangers are shortening my life!! Who will still be alive after what *he* does goes down? And will *they* do *that*? But *she* wont let *them* become *that*! So, oh crap, what's gonna happen!? And I'm not going to find out 'til late January!! Ah well!
"Ugh, you're a bloody hard man to kill, Gil!" he stated in a harsh tone with a great emphasis on the word "a". Which isn't really a word, it's more of a letter. Well, perhaps it is a word. No, no, I think I'll just settle with the fact that it's both.
"I believe that's the reason you hired me, sir." Gil replied. He didn't purposefully mean to say "sir". In fact, when he said it, he took a few mental steps back, but he couldn't change what he had said. No, it was far too late for that, as the space time continuum waits for no one. Not even a man such as him. Jerry pondered what he had said for several moments (moments being a gloriously unspecified amount of time with in which could be anything limited to your imagination, but let's try and keep it a little short) before picking up the pace of the conversation:
"Well, it doesn't matter any more; I have a job for you."
"Don't you remember the time when you tried to kill me?" Gil added with a careful dose of sarcasm, "What makes you think I'll be doing any jobs for you?"
"Because,.. 'Gil'... I hold something quite dear to you, and I'm pretty sure you'll want it back." Gil was silent, but remaining with his cool demeanour of a nonchalant appearance. Jerry picked up a small matt black box with an even smaller lid and held it in front of his eyes.
"Quite expensive, I believe." Gil still kept silent. But his act was slipping.
"And, if I might add, I went through some trouble to get it." Jerry was slowly winning ground over Gil, just like how an almost god-like-giant-lizard-who-attacks-fishing-villages-on-the-coast-of-Japan would win in a tug-of-war contest with the famous British tennis player of the late 20th Century, Tim Henman. Well, thats hoping that the giant-lizard etc etc would have big enough hands to grab the rope, unlike those pathetic Tyrannosaurus Rexes.
"I'll fetch a tidy price for it. Not that I need the money, so I might as well trash it, you know."
"You. Wouldn't. Dare." Gil bluntly stated.
"I knew I'd get some emotional response from you," Jerry stated, gleeful from the fact that he, as he knew it, had won.
"What do you want?"
"Well, I have a small problem. And you probably know who already. In fact, he's on his way here right now, walking along the highway into town. And I need you to go and... 'solve'.... that little problem of mine."
Gil remained silent, once again. He slowly began to edge towards the door, resigned in the fact that this was one job he had no choice of missing.
"Oh, and K? Don't you DARE fail me again."
And there was some Life of Stee, because I've not done any for ages. Oh, just because its not very clear, both of those people have pseudonyms, because that's how it done in the business. You should already know who Jerry is, and Gil, well, that's just been revealed.
Battlestar Galactica episode 11, ie, the mid-season premier, was really good! But damnit, cliffhangers are shortening my life!! Who will still be alive after what *he* does goes down? And will *they* do *that*? But *she* wont let *them* become *that*! So, oh crap, what's gonna happen!? And I'm not going to find out 'til late January!! Ah well!