On a Loop

 

Milk Wood

Why should I worry about that?

Because it rhymes with grasp.

What?

Heinz 57 on a loop, unleashed.

What are you talking about?

I can't see. These glasses...

Why should I worry about that?

Because it rhymes with clasp and a clasp is always useful.

What?

Heinz 57 on a loop.

What are you talking about?

I can not hear. The voices are too loud.

Why should I worry about them?

Because they rhyme with gasp.

What?!

Heinz 57 on a...

Are we doing this 54 more times?

Silence.

They are gone.

Did I forget to take my pills again?

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Overhead

BWC Village

"Who paid the rent?"

The studio was in full swing, over-booked even, and no one bothered to pay the rent for several months.

What could he do? He was just a sound technician.

One day, some goons wrecked the whole place. A fortune in high-end equipment smashed to pieces. Not to mention the broken arms and legs.

The studio was rebuilt soon after.

The mob was now managing it.

Things ran smoothly.

He was happy.

Good thing he had removed some of the expensive equipment ahead of time. The goons got there earlier. Something about a football game on TV.

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Fine

 

Neverland

"No trains?"

The man sitting outside the station shrugged.

"Fine."

10am. What now?

She could walk, but her feet were killing her after 2 hours, walking from the nearest village.

A cab perhaps? Did they even have cabs here, in the middle of nowhere?

She could wait. What if there were no trains?

Then, she saw the policeman.

"No trains?"

He shrugged.

"Fine!"

Rude people.

"Lady, I saw you crossing the road over here."

"So?"

"The zebra crossing is over there."

"So? There are no cars."

"Well, here."

"What's this?"

"A fine, of course. You do love fines, don't you?"

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It's a Dirty Job

 

Majesterium

He sat surrounded by orange and red and yellow pillows. All he could think of was to get rid of her. That's where he was in life. "Let's have a cocktail at the Sundown Lounge," she said. "It's so fancy!" Her voice shrilled throughout the fancy rooftop. And now, here he was, pondering whether he could break the glass he was holding, and stab her with it quickly enough. Well, he did try. But the damn lounge had some pretty sturdy glasses. "It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it," he later told his cellmate. "I trust you."

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