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Fred flashed a radiant smile at his newfound chum. “Why, that’s
a wonderful idea, Robert! You know, I must admit, when you referred
to yourself as ‘Sir Robert’ back there I was a trifle annoyed. But upon
further consideration I think it suits you quite handsomely. Sir Robert
Billingsley. Has a certain ring to it, doesn’t it? When and if we ever
get home I will be sure to put in a good word for you with the King.” Robert returned the smile. “That’s more like it!” Indeed, Fred was a popular figurehead in that wretched, feudal hell-hole he called home. The Great Kingdom. Robert shuddered. He’d spent five years in an Allarian dungeon (coincidentally his first five years - there was a reason they called him the most feared outlaw in all the lands) and had no intent on going back to one. This could be the break he’d been looking for. Then again, what was the hurry to get home? He had enough hot women to fill all the harems of Hespan and a fine vessel in which to sail the warm, southern seas. “Oh, look!” said the blonde fornicatress escorting Fred.“A monkey stole the bottle!” the other strumpet noted (she was also blonde, for the sake of our discussion we’ll call them Blonde #1 and Blonde #2). For some reason this sent her into a wild fit of the giggles. “Monkeys are funny!” she quickly explained. Sure enough, up in a particularly high palm there was a brown monkey hooting at the party on the beach while waving it’s trophy in the air. Robert grimaced. He’d gotten careless. This was bad, even if he’d exhausted his wishes it wouldn’t do to let such a valuable and more importantly, powerful item get away from him. He could send Fred after it, but then what? What if that windy aristocrat suddenly decided to make three wishes of his own? Then again, this could work out. Robert’s eyes gleamed with unbridled mischief. With Fred under his willpower, he could command him to make three wishes... three judiciously dictated wishes. It was like having SIX wishes!The obnoxious giggling of the hotties was soon joined by Robert's own, wicked cackle. “What’s so funny?” queried Fred. “I suppose they are funny. Monkeys, that is. You know one of my best friends was a monkey. He was called Horace...”“Yes, I know,” came the outlaws subdued reply. “Now be a good man, Lord Frederigo, and fetch me the bottle, won’t you? Remember, though, and I can't stress this enough, if you are to summon the genie do NOT make any wishes without my approval. Got it?” “Brilliant idea!” Fred concurred.You had to give it to Billingsley. He could be an utter moron sometimes. But he had his moments!
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