“Always fun chatting with you.”
Hucka D.:
No prob. What’s up? Homie.
bb:
Concreek. Tomorrow.
Hucka D.:
Go with Joe.
bb:
Joe the Rock?
Joe:
I’ll be there.
Marty:
We are forgotten again… at The Table.
bb:
Yeah. Sorry Marty.
Marty:
You mentioned Residents.
bb:
Do you know them?
Marty:
We do not know them by that name.
bb:
What do you call them.
Marty:
We are The Beetles, Lemmon and I. They are the Residues.
bb (volunteering):
How about The Occupants.
Marty:
Nice. Let’s ask Lemmon.
Lemmon:
UmmmmMMMMMM.
bb:
Hi Lemmon.
Lemmon:
OoooooOOOOOOO.
bb:
Are you at The Table as well?
Lemmon:
Barney RUBLESboro!
bb:
Marty said you don’t abide by the agreement, Lemmon. Wait, I suppose that was Hucka D. Do you know Hucka?
Lemmon:
I knew his MAMA.
Hucka D.:
Desert. Island.
bb:
You were reading my thoughts.
Hucka D.:
Gilligan. Gingervitis. I was the 7th Gilligan (Grumpy).
bb:
*I* was the 7th Gilligan. Or at least as Merk Coolie Brighton.
Hucka D.:
You shouldn’t mention that name here.
bb:
I think I’ve figured out another part of the Bill… The Agreement. I know you will probably leave now that I’ve brought that up.
Marty:
He’s gone. Where’s Dr. Blood?
bb:
Dr. Blood the controller of The Table.
Marty:
Here he is. Coming ’round the bend. Big Bend.
Hucka D.:
Bend. Big. Pool. Ovol. Look. Static. God. Tennessee. Kentucky Kentuckessee. Tennucky.
bb:
TV, then.
Hucka D.:
Where’s Dr. Blood?
bb:
Marty just asked…
Hucka D.:
Here he…
Dr. Blood:
Hi. Baker.
bb:
Hi. (pause) Are you here about The Table?
Dr. Blood:
I am here for dessert.
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