Friday, September 28, 2007

A Sheriff, a Jew, and an Idiot Meet In a Bar...

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Written by theshriek

[Al is speaking to Seth and Sol on the balcony outside his office.]

Al: Currently staring at the wall in my fuckin’ office is one John Monad. He showed up at my joint this morning telling me that we needed to reestablish our control of the town now that Hearst has left. He is willing to help us in that endeavor.

Seth: Why would he want to do that?

Sol: Could he be an agent of Hearst?

Al: I would expect an employee of Hearst to possess a modicum of intelligence. [Pause] This man is probably an escaped bedlamite. However, I can tell you that he once attended the Mr. Wu School of Art. He scribbled stick figures for an hour this morning.

Seth: You interrupted our day to talk to someone who might be a complete lunatic.

Al: I figured fuckin’ Bullock that you had extra time in your day now that you have been retired to private life. I don’t know if it is his fucked up brain or what, but he knows events of which he should have no knowledge.

Sol: Let’s at least hear what the man has to say Seth.

[Seth reluctantly agrees]

Al: [Gesturing towards his office] After you, Bishop.

[They enter the office. Inside John is sitting straight in his chair and staring at the cabinet that contains the Indian head.]

Al: John here is Mr. Bullock and Mr. Star to discuss your idea of a parade.

Seth: [Going into full-clench mode] A parade?!?! [Looking at Al] We are going back to the hardware store. [He starts to leave]

John: Mr. Bullock doesn’t like weak tea. Mrs. Bullock doesn’t make weak tea.

[Seth stops and looks surprised.]

John: Trixie fucked Swearingen and the Jew on the same day, but the Jew paid his $5 dollars.

[Sol looks at Al]

Al: [To Sol] He ain’t heard it from me.

John: Mrs. Garrett’s toes kept Mr. Bullock from replenishing the kindle. [Al raises his eyebrows.] Trixie pops from the wall like Grandma Groundhog and tends to Mr. Star’s Johnson.

[Both Seth and Sol look extremely uncomfortable.]

Al: Are you ready to talk about it now?

[Seth and Sol silently sit down.]

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