Apr 28, 2004 15:46
The Senior Partners, speaking through young Mr. Hamilton, have made me an offer I couldn't refuse. And I've refused it. They told me if I didn't perk up and start playing nice with the other kids around here, they was gonna cut off some of me limbs and maybe take away my ability to speak. They also told me if I improved my attitude they'd maybe start paying me an actual salary and I'd get some vacation time. They've toyed with me too many times for me to take the salary and vacation stuff seriously, but I can't afford to ignore the threats. They've taken away the occasional eye or hand before, but this is something else. Most likely they just want to make Hamilton feel important, but I don't know how far they'll push this.
It's been a real long time since they had me tortured or anything, and I imagined they'd forgotten about me. In a way, it's flattering to know they haven't. No matter what the hell they do to me, even if they finally kill me off, they'll never be able to forget the old bloke who made them look like fools once upon a time, will they?
Don't know what to think about this Hamilton bloke. I can't figure out how rotten he is compared to all the rest of 'em. He's got poor Dennis in a terrible state, with all this talk of exorcisms and lab experiments. Well, Dennis needn't worry. Someday, and I imagine it will be sooner rather than later, Hamilton's going to learn the limits of his power. It just don't pay to deal with the Senior Partners. I learned that lesson the hard way, and so will Hamilton in time.