Waddling down the great hall before them, Lloyd kept his eyes glued on mitch. Mitch, not concerned, pondered instead why he was here, or, in a broader sense, what "here" was. He also wondered why the hell the police never caught up with him.
"We killed them" uttered the duck before him.
"what? , how the hell did you know what I was thinking about?" said Mitch, now clearly disturbed. "we're psychic" replied Lloyd, as he entered in the passcode to the elevator, it was a pretty small elevator, not exactly designed for multiple people. "we'll be going up to the kings room now, so dont say anything disrespectful , or I will have the unfortunate pleasure of cutting your head off with a rusty spoon.
"got it, no jokes about you dirty filthy disgusting wastes of skin and air, barely functional low end bottom feeding creatures", said Mitch, politely.
"Do you like taste? how about sight? hearing? making expressions? Because if you want, I can take them away from you" Lloyd seethed.
"Now now Lloyd" came a booming yet gentle voice, "Don't talk to our guests like that". "I am sorry lord, this human was insulting our kind." Stepping down from the shroud of mist surrounding the throne, a huge duck, or at least, what appears to be a duck, comes gliding across the room. About seven feet tall, draped in golden robes, and bearing metallic wings on it's back, this creature looked Mitch in the eye for a breif instant, and then, somehow, gave the hint of a smile through it's beak. "This human" spoke the king "doesn't know our kind". Mitch smiled "yeah, I thought you were a bunch of ducks!" he said through laughing. "We are" said the king, softly. "Oh, but, our ducks dont talk" said mitch, "Oh but they do, but until today you didnt have the gift to hear them speak, Mitch" chuckled the king. "That's why you're here Mitch, you don't fear change, nor do you react with surprise to much at all" the king said sitting on his throne. "What do you mean anyway? why am I here?" asked Mitch. "You may want to sit down Mitch, it's going to be a while."
The king took a deep breath, and spoke: "You see Mitch, you were summoned here after you touched that cookie, it was a key to our world. We are the supreme beings of earth, we control everything, from when it rains, to how many Happy Days spinoffs there are. There is a great crisis, worse than even what we have now, another world threatens our home, and we need someone to defend it. You were chosen , not by luck, but based on assesment. There were two others, and you will all compete for the right to defend this world, and rule over the new world we are creating. We need your help, and you cannot deny us Mitch."
"Woah" Keanu'd Mitch, "How do you mean, compete?"
"Simple" said the king, "you will all be pitted against each other in a series of puzzles, and when you emerge from the puzzleground, you will find the world in struggle, at that point, you will know what to do, and you will do it."
"So I don't get any choice in this, huh?" asked mitch, the king replied with a solemn skae of the head. "Well, lets get to it then" said mitch, standing up. "Excellent, Lloyd , escort him to his chambers." Lloyd complied, and led Mitch out of the room.
"So hey" Said Mitch, "when you said you killed the cops, I mean, how?". "We had them suddenly deep fried" replied Lloyd. "Like, deep fried, like, french fries? in grease?" Lloyd nodded, and they went down the tiny tiny elevator.
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