“This stream of inane chatter is giving me a headache,” Illya hissed, sotto voce, from behind his menu.
“At least we’re sitting down.” Napoleon sighed wearily; after a morning escorting elderly ladies on a shopping trip, he preferred facing Thrush rifles.
“I don’t suppose they might compromise and agree to visit a museum instead of Macy’s after lunch.”
“What in Heaven’s name are you young men whispering about?” one of the matrons scolded from across the table.
Napoleon winced. “I was just, ah, suggesting my partner save room for dessert. The cheesecake here was nominated for New York City’s finest.”
“This must be heaven. The trees, the little stream…” “The manifestation of Beethoven’s 6th, isn’t it?” Collapsing back into the grass, the Russian sighed. “But I’d rather not find my way to your heaven quite yet.” “I’m sure there is room there for even your reprobate Communist soul,” Solo jibed gently. “Your heaven may compromise to accept me, but I may not wish to go there yet.” “Feels so good to rest…” “But I am bleeding...more steadily. I nominate you to go to the chemist’s shop in that village and fetch supplies...” Sigh… “Okay, I’ll go, Illya.” Silence “Illya?!”
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Thanks! It seems right for today!
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“This stream of inane chatter is giving me a headache,” Illya hissed, sotto voce, from behind his menu.
“At least we’re sitting down.” Napoleon sighed wearily; after a morning escorting elderly ladies on a shopping trip, he preferred facing Thrush rifles.
“I don’t suppose they might compromise and agree to visit a museum instead of Macy’s after lunch.”
“What in Heaven’s name are you young men whispering about?” one of the matrons scolded from across the table.
Napoleon winced. “I was just, ah, suggesting my partner save room for dessert. The cheesecake here was nominated for New York City’s finest.”
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A good use of words and a fun little scene - poor Napoleon & Illya.
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“This must be heaven. The trees, the little stream…”
“The manifestation of Beethoven’s 6th, isn’t it?” Collapsing back into the grass, the Russian sighed. “But I’d rather not find my way to your heaven quite yet.”
“I’m sure there is room there for even your reprobate Communist soul,” Solo jibed gently.
“Your heaven may compromise to accept me, but I may not wish to go there yet.”
“Feels so good to rest…”
“But I am bleeding...more steadily. I nominate you to go to the chemist’s shop in that village and fetch supplies...”
Sigh… “Okay, I’ll go, Illya.”
Silence
“Illya?!”
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Oh, gosh. I do hope Illya has only fallen asleep!
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Well done.
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Thanks! I used to love it on the show when they would come across something other than the regular monsters.
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"For heaven's sake, Neil, won't you ever compromise?" Peele shouted.
Neil said nothing.
"We'll see what 'C' has to say!"
"You go. I'm going to the shop. I need cigarettes." Neil strode out of the room.
Rain streamed down the window, so he decided to go to the hutch and cadge from Willie.
"Hey, boss. What did Peele have to say?"
Neil took a cigarette from the packet on Willie's desk. "He's gone to talk to 'C'."
Willie grinned. "I doubt he's going to nominate you for employee of the month."
Neil shrugged and lit both his and Willie's cigarettes.
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Heh, life in the office. No wonder they are happier in the field. Good job, as always!
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