Chapter Two: Life after the incident regarding Monsi’s tea

It was a tiny insignificant detail somewhere hidden in the most secret places of his triangular brain. Triangulars even if considered to be “aliens” to us they do not possess as someone from earth would think a special intelligence. This is not the case at all, nature in all its potency has limits and inside these limits all the creatures of this universe exist, think, act and react. The basic forms of life could be considered quite boring but usually life, thus nature, chooses always the path of evolution, the one which is functional, practical and therefore obvious.

A boring example would be, in order for a form of life to be on air needs wings, thus wings it has. If someone wants to think needs brains, thus brains he has. Unfortunately when it comes to brains this is not always the case as you might have experienced already quite a lot of times. Going on about the triangulars, they have a brain like humans do without having any extraordinary mental capacities. What changes however, is the mental processes of perception. There is the earthly perception and then the triangular perception. The triangular perception is more focused in the periphery of the information, which is received, but not in the centre of it. It is exactly like the triangle. The points around the centre of the triangular are what defines the triangular and not necessarily the centre. So Monsi had a difficulty in accepting the obvious. He was struggling to fight a lost battle because the centre of the information he had received the previous afternoon could not stop screaming at his brain cells LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME.  Despite though all this shouting his brain unwillingly, mainly due to its structure, was refusing to look, encouraging Monsi to wake up earlier than usual and begin his beautiful day. Little did he know!

It was one of these days that you have something bothering you without being able to define it. Everything goes wrong without the day giving you any sign of mercy or compensation. It was a bad day, his brain was aching so much, it felt like having someone hitting rhythmically from the inside his brain bones. It was as if there was someone surfing on his brain cells, it felt like his head would crack and explode creating a nuclear butterfly form in the sky (no mushrooms in planet triangle).

People were also quite mean to him. His teacher was screaming at him during the lesson, people at the market were doing their best to make him feel stupid and incompetent, two biketringlists almost crossed over him without asking to excuse them, instead they were been extremely uncivilised shouting to him “What! Are you fucking blind are you?” and that was weird given the fact that they were extremely kind to the next person that almost became their victim, to whom they apologized kindly and moved on, as usual decent and respectful trianglers do.

 As he was passing by the great square of Kar he stopped to look himself at the monumental mirror of the unknown saviour. The basic idea of this monument was that since there is no clue and no evidence about this saviour, thus he is unknown, everyone can see looking at the mirror his or her face being reflected and possibly revealing the identity of the possible saviour.  He enjoyed looking at the mirror; he always believed that if the unknown saviour had his looks wouldn’t be unknown at all, not this time though. This time, when he saw his reflection, almost hated him and the worst was that he could not define why. All of a sudden, he looked a little bit more smug and knowledgeable, he seemed feeling great but at the same time there was something very offensive about this satisfaction with him. He had an air of a disgusting righteousness, and this righteousness was exactly so atrocious to behold, because he had no idea why he was so righteous about anyway. Simply said he looked like a fool.

He seemed to be like these mental people standing in the middle of the square claiming to be prophets or son of prophets or even worst sons of God. Needless to say that on Planet Triangle, as in almost every planet, there is a God. They call him the watchful eye and he is represented by a triangle with an eye on the top. He is not a great, or a miraculous God like ours are in earth, and we have quite plenty of them actually, but he is a decent god. He is called the Great Architect and he demands only a good life by all his believers. Some rules are set such as:

“When you start something finish it”

“If you think you can’t do something, then don’t it”

“Always defend the truth or at least adapt it to your case but always with decency”

“Find the limits between pure logic and nonsense”

“If you are so stupid and start judging others then begin firstly by judging thyself”

And then the infamous and quite oppressing for the inhabitants of planet triangle,

 “Never! NEVER!! NEVER!!! Sleep with more than 33 people at a time or you will be called promiscuous and be judged not by me but from the society”.

 So he had this face full of this revolting smugness and disgusting righteousness (the ha ha face I got you) that could make anyone furious. However even if he recognized the state of his expression, he could not take it out of himself, it was as if his body new something and had decided not to share the knowledge with him. And suddenly the first hit came. His hand punched him right on his nose. It hurt so much…second hit and the pain grew even more… he looked again his face in the monumental mirror of the Unknown Saviour (the son of the Great Architect, which by the way is unknown and there is no clue about what he exactly saved or what he will save. There is a lack of information concerning his divine existence into the holy scriptures, as well as some inaccuracies about if he was, or if he will be, or if he is, but none the less Trianglers decided to worship him pro bono) and he saw himself smiling and nodding at him slowly articulating the following three words EK, AW and PU.

Now before going on there are some phenomena in nature that are extraordinary and too successful to be considered as a product of just pure infinite luck. One of these examples is Earth, which as you all know is located in an orbit around our Sun that gives it the right temperature for liquid water and things to grow. It is not too hot and not too cold, it is just right! At the same time about our moon someone could suggest that randomly has the same analogically diameter as the sun, and thus we live maybe in one of the fewest planets if not the only one where we can be entertained by this spectacular show that we call the solar eclipse. God, Luck, Randomness, these are many finite words with no actual meaning trying to explain the infinite possibilities of an even more infinite universe. Sad. The world is in a state of flux and not of a stasis. leave it be. Its stasis it’s his flux and his flux its stasis. What is happening is happening. Stay to the fact and do not ask why.

Therefore, like the Earth the Moon and obviously since it is a leaving planet, Planet Triangle, Monsi had one of the most crucial, extremely based on luck meetings of his life so far and that would begin with a bimbo scream (a.k.a the scream of a Bimbo)

“OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG  OMG !!! LOOK AT YOU!!! What are you doing here? Where have you been? How are you? It’s been so long! Do you like my dress?”

“Well hello to you too Sirap. I am living here. I was studying. Now I’ve finished. I am waiting to enter the adult program. I am unemployed. NO! I have to go ASAP!”

“Hey! Hang on! Don’t be so hasty! Are you ditching me away? You are ditching me away!”

“Well well you are not just another red-haired are you now? You are a red-haired with brains. Anyhow what are you doing here in Kar? This town is too small for your reputation. (Ten men and three women have gathered around giving Sirap lustful looks) Hey Sir please, by all means, do as you do, but please keep your boner down! You see now what I mean Sirap, these people have no manners”

“Who needs manners when I am here babe? So I came to this shithole of yours for some leisure time. I’ve been moving films for ages now and I am just tired I need some time off for me. So I came here and mind you had I not seen you talking to yourself I wouldn’t have greeted you but you seemed in need!”

“In need indeed but for a fucking psychotherapist” He thought. “No I wasn’t. That is ridiculous. Let us just say that I’m in a bad state, that’s all, nothing to worry about. Ok now I am going,  bye bye!”

“Hold on you smug face piece of shit!!! I haven’t seen you for ages since the incident and this is how you behave?”

“Well yes! this is how I greet you since the incident and mind you that I’ve realized now why you wanted me so bad to escort you. Just because you wanted a thirty-fourth person. You were building your reputation on my back!”

“I had already a reputation my dear friend, you just helped me look even more slutier… and for that I am grateful”

“And this is how you show your gratitude? Appearing after 4 years in front of me nonchalantly asking me how I am and screaming OMG?”

“What’s wrong Monsi-mons? Haven’t you missed your friend Rispa? Ex daughter and the present greatest slut of the Trobe? And anyways what’s the problem with you? You don’t seem well?”

“I wish I knew Rispa… Look I am quite edgy at the moment (I just saw myself smiling and nodding and speaking incomprehensible words, he thought) just give me some time all right…? For how long will you be here?”

“How long do you want me to be?” And she gave her special smile

Something, (well we know what!) stirred inside Monsi’s pants. He grinned a smiley grin and said “I have still the same number… call me bitch!”.

Finally he was smiling. It was a small smile but still a smile it was. Quite uneasy with a pinch of bitterness, god knows why he was bitter, but bitter he was, and exhausted, you see for our friend smiling used to be quite easy. He used to smile everyday, every hour, every moment with no second thoughts and usually whichever were the circumstances. But today he had to struggle. Walking back home he had this skeevie feeling that he was watched and followed. It was this sense  but not the one that you read in novels or the one that people mention when narrating stories of how they were robbed or followed by a maniac stalker. No that was not the case, it was not a passer by… not a stalker… not even a spy… it was as if all existence was watching him. It was like all the attention of the universe was focusing on him. He was scared. He needed to sleep.  

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“He was floating into nothingness, into a void in between the galaxies, the semen of creation. Darkness was so thick that he could see it, an immaterial materialized next to him, around him, above him surrounding him but not being into him. Two different existences in a fight. This darkness was alive as was he. This darkness wanted to float into him. It was pressing his eyes, his ears his nose trying to invade his skull with might and determination, and how much he was resisting…!, and when time came to let it enter, “a sweet surrender, a relief” he thought knowing that anyways it was inevitable. “Who can fight against such a power? Who is able to will and tame this beast?” And then the voice resonated into the emptiness. It was not his screaming. No. It was an imperial voice, an oasis into the vast silent brutality of darkness and it was beautiful and powerful. And it said AW, EK, PU”

   

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He woke up. He was hard. The phone rang. It was Rispa. “Shit” he said and he picked up.

Cold February Days (2)

I had friends visiting many times from New York, London, Mexico City, Belgium, always coming with a big smile and leaving with even a bigger one. This time they came again from London. Nice people, cool. I Know only one of them we first begun talking when I was in Mexico, back then you see I was 26 I knew only one person that committed a suicide, that is my long dead father. And today I’ve just turned 28 and I know 2.  Another two years of life for me, of an insignificant life  once I was told by him. The things I’ve seen, the people I’ve met, the love I’ve made the unsuccessful romances the hours.

They stayed at my place for a few days. We had long walks down the beach and across the coastline, collecting shells and beautifully shaped and coloured pebbles thrown outside of the sea by the wild waves of winter the wild waves of their life. We visited the castle. It was a nice day. No! it was a good day! Cecile Nas Martin and me took old medieval narrow paths, difficult ones, but oh so beautiful. We ate lunch outside of a small old humble church watching the view. Another stop, another view, always the same procedure. And then the castle, the castle of my insignificant childhood the rocks, the ruins, a mutilated castle, sitting on the top of a cliff, an imperial position, not lying on a bed in a crapy hospital room, surrounded by majestic mountains and clouds not grey walls. Castles and clouds, castles on clouds, mutilated body on a bed with white sheets. And the view, beautiful, exhilarating, breathtaking, we sat there, we ate, we watched in silence, we talked, we watched, more or less the same procedure we left, the view remained. The view remains, we leave.

I like Johan Sebastian Bach because he wrote music based on a well organized escapism. Notes, melodies, tones all of them organized but at the same time free to move and interact. He didn’t like Bach “stupid music” he had said praises, life God and people, insignificant people. I don’t know, people come and go I feel like the view I remain… I like my people. People were waiting outside with me while waiting for the ferry to come. Me and an old lady walking steadily, slowly but on opposite trajectories almost ceremonially, up and down, from and to, moving like this but I was not getting older and she was not getting any younger either. The ferry arrived to the port. The bus was taken and now in the metro, waiting again. It’s funny how routes change analogously to our life’s conditions. Once I used to go to a lover, then to another lover, and now to my sister.

Back then when I was a New York resident I used to take line six from Astor place to Times Square and then change to a yellow line to reach Astoria. I had two lovers there that was convenient, no complications, the same route the same view the same place. I like New York because "she" is easy. I mean "she" is not complicated, "she" is just a bitch, everything is black and white, bad or good, in love or in hate and that’s all. When in Mexico it was easy too, there was no route for me, I was the one being picked up. Easy life easy people, dangerous, I was once robbed. A gun pointing at me, a gasp, a terror, but also feeling cool like nothing could go wrong, I was wrong, I was lucky. In Krakow there was someone complicated bloke, many daddy issues, my dad is long dead, he is the first person I know so far having committed successfully a suicide. In Krakow I had the same route with him we were sharing the same friends the same route the same view I thought it was easy, it was just in my mind. In Groningen I was alone like here I am alone. I made my tries do not get me wrong I never give up on love never! Always trying, always! 

Cold February Days (1)

Being Sad it's easier than being Happy... You see S A D only three letters, H A P P Y five and one of them is double… Tricky…

It’s the 18^th of the second month of 2012, I’ve just turned 28 and I know already two people that have committed a suicide, one was my father, he is long dead, one is a friend, struggling in a hospital to stay alive, mutilated, having lost his both legs by the failed attempt so far, a mutilated life. Today is my birthday.

“I keep only the good moments” she said to me, I replied that we all of us do. “Your life is insignificant” had said to me once. We were sitting outside a bar watching the sea and stars feeling the hot summery breeze, “insignificant life, full of miseries and pain, had been given the choice I would have never been born” fishes were jumping outside the still water, moon beams were showering the night, me, him, I was not paying any attention to what he was saying. Insignificant he had said, insignificant life now lying mutilated in a crappy hospital room.

I couldn’t ask his family about details, very secretive family you see. Many people judged the mother, he was blaming his mother too. I could not blame anyone, it is not my insignificant life you see, I’ve just turned 28.  

“I keep only the good moments, only the good ones.” She told me. We used to be classmates during high school, I did not like her back then, now I don’t know I guess I myself keep the good times only too. No grudges, grudges are stupid, grudges are shallow.

I am sitting inside a salon decorated without taste, a salon of a ferry, there is a handsome and old man probably foreigner, white hair, eyes, fleshy lips, wrinkles he is looking back at me. I am going to Athens you see to celebrate. It’s my birthday you see I’ve just turned 28 and it’s the 18^th of the second month of 2012.

I had a cigarette while waiting for the ferry. I was breathing the smoke deeply while standing in front of some broken waiting seats. Broken life, mutilated, waiting, lying on a bed in a crapy hospital room. The sun was shining, dark, white clouds snowy mountains and a blue calm sea, green lawn. I finished the cigarette I sucked it all through and through to the end of it, hungrily, passionately and then I threw it down to the dirt next to the green lawn. Not to the green lawn but next to it on the dirt why? I guess I didn’t want to spoil the green. I didn’t want to damage beauty. A quickly finished cigarette lying on the crapy dirt next to the greenery… that was all, and that was beautifully ugly.

Insignificant life he had said, maybe it was maybe it is. Sadness, fear, death uncertainty and I’ve just turned 28 it’s my birthday you see.

To be continued...

Chapter One: Monsi’s Life before the incident regarding his tea.

Monsi’s life was boring, but that would be a euphemism because Monsi’s life in reality was excruciatingly dull. His life, despite the fact that he was unemployed and that he didn’t possess any kind of talent or qualifications, was programmed perfectly. He was waking up every day at the same hour, though he permitted himself two hours of more sleep during the weekends. He was taking his breakfast, lunch and dinner almost on the same hour every day, he was running one hour every day and in the end of the day (it depends of which day) he was giving himself time to read, to watch a stupid TV show, to watch a movie, or to give himself a treat, with whatever the word treat implies.

Someone would like maybe to know more about Monsi, before proceeding to the events regarding the incident with his tea, and the events that followed this incident. So I will take some time to explain briefly the reasons why Monsi had such a boring, and pointless life.

Monsi a young man around twenty-eight years old had the chance to study and travel around the Trobe quite enough. He grew up in Kar, a small fishing village somewhere in his world. He spent some years in Nath as a student in the university, where he ferreted out all these things that a young person must discover about his/her self, such as, life, where we go, where we end up, if everything is in vain, who is the best singer, who should win the “Triangle’s got Talent” and so on. He had his masters in Landpo and in landsneth where he saw and understood the world under different perspectives. He experienced different customs, morals and mentalities.

When all these mobility ended traround the triangle, and him having already visited the three of the four sides of his world, quite an accomplishment for a person from Kar since the usual big trips for Karians were till Nath and that was considered dangerous, he had to do something but he had no idea whatsoever. Usually the youth program demanded a person of his qualifications to start being an adult productive member of the society. That was utmost problematic though, since the adult program was overloaded and there were no entries available for youngsters like Monsi.

If someone who is interested in social matters and quite impatient and would like to know beforehand why the adult program was overloaded has to attend to another book concerning Nion Eupa’s social structure and it’s problems named “A Thorough Explanation Of Nion Eupa’s System And It’s Problems” written by Raig and Ed Agrub. On the other hand, if you are a patient reader you will extract quite many details concerning Planet Triangle as the narrative, about Monsi’s life before the incident regarding his tea, proceeds.

So Monsi had no available choise. In order to go on with his life, and live as an adult, he had to wait for a vacancy in the adult program, and as if it wasn’t only that his problem he had to wait also for his turn, since in front of him there was a line of four thousand five hundred ninety and one youngsters. Of course he could do something else in the meantime, like studying music or triangraphy, since he enjoyed travelling. He could try to take the special permit that was needed for the fourth side of the triangle, even though this was almost impossible since “the bottom” was accessible to very few. He could have done many different things, but as I mentioned in the beginning he was talentless except a special inclination towards curiosity, which is quite questionable if it constitutes a talent or the source of all his problems and the misfortunes he had to overcome.

All in all his only choice was to return to Kar, stay there and patiently wait there, stuck in the age of 28, until the right time come to enter the adult program and proceed with his life and his adulthood. He could not work, as working is an activity permitted only to people being members of the adult program. Hence there was he, living with his “mother” a boring, kindly said, life.

Now before going on with Monsi’s life many of you might have guessed that he is  from another planet. If not then I strongly believe that you should close this book and read something different since in this story much nonsensical stuff will start going on and I really need my readers to be focused! If on the other hand you are not keen on nonsensical stuff then I would like to urge you to read Alice in Wonderland, which I am sure, you will find it very much of your taste.

The fact that Monsi is from another planet that doesn’t mean that he is not like us. He has two legs, two arms, no tentacles and he has a regular brain and more or less a common intelligence. Due to atmospheric and nutritional reasons the only “special” about him and about the residents of Planet Triangle though it depends from one person to the other, is the colour of his hair, deep purple with sparkling silver highlights.

In general triangulars, in the triangular argo Trianglers, are not so different from us. Of course there are some differences, but mostly when it comes to social structures, morals and customs. For instance I already mentioned two of the social classes in Planet Triangle, which are the young program and the adult program. Apart from these programs, there is the infancy program and then the elder program, and if people in triangle are so lucky they enter in the top of the top programs, which is the elder eldest program. When it comes to morals and before reading the next few paragraphs, please be aware that this story is directed towards adults only, I would kindly ask young children to close their books.

Al righty then.

In triangle there are no morals or their morals would be perceived by a person from Planet Earth as a lack of morals. In order to make a demonstration, I will bring this simple but convincing example. A dildo in planet triangle is something that you can use it only once, meaning that you can find only one use dildos something almost like condoms on Earth. You can find them in every shape and colour and you can buy them in a supermarket. In addition to that all programs can use them except of course the infancy program. After the age of 16 every person is aloud to use a dildo. Sex and especially masturbation plays a great role in social life. They are considered to be tools for keeping the individual, and as well as the society, happy and relaxed and this is a very strong reason of why in Triangle there is no use of drugs. Of course there is the “green powder”, which you can smoke but this is not for relaxation but only for stimulation, in order to be productive and efficient, when it comes to mental work, also it must be noted that it is given to you after a special request.

There is no shame in sex. On the contrary it is a great shame if you are asexual or purposely celibate. The latter especially it is considered to be one of the most foul perversions in Planet Triangle along with not drinking alcohol and not eating chocolate. So sex can be practiced publicly, secretly (as long as after sex you have a huge grin is acceptable), individually, with one or two or three or thirty-three people, but mind that number thirty-three is a line that cannot be crossed over. Above thirty-three participants at the same time and you will be granted the characterization of being promiscuous. There is also no sexual identity definition. Everyone can go with everyone and there is even a small community that are considered to be out casters that show a certain preference into mating with animals. Thankfully this story precludes these individuals.

Family has a very a loose sense, since it is a society where you can never know or even guess who is the father. Consequently legislators and sociologists thought that it would be only fair also for mothers not to know to whom they gave birth. Therefore it was decided, many astro-triangular years before, that women who declared the desire of having a baby would give birth in secluded places along with other mothers and always during two seasons spring and winter. Then the newborns after a lottery session were distributed equally to every mother. One woman had the right up to three children and these children were informed later in their lives (when entering to the youth program in the age of 16 for boys and girls) about the existence of their siblings, thus the reason of the famous triangular saying “along with years come the siblings”. Only women and men during their membership in the adult program could have children and only after the age of 35, rationally these were measures of keeping the society free from incest and inbreeding.

Triangle planet is ruled by one trobal government. Many years and many wars as well as countless days of intergovernmental planning had passed in order to have the present outcome, for the sake of the planet and the Triangular nations. Since this decision, every area elects one representative, with the number of representatives adding up to 54. All of them reside in the top of the triangle. There, there is a huge majestic building with luxurious accommodations not only for the representatives but also for the royal family. The royal family is elected by the people and it is changing every 5 years. The people consisting this family as it is mandated in the triangular constitution must be six and only for the years of their reign they leave behind their real names, and take the symbolic names, grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, son and last but not least daughter. These people symbolize the main programs, that is said the youth program, the adult program and the elder program. For obvious reasons infants and the eldest elders have nor right to be elected or to elect, mainly due to their limited mental capacities. Certainly belonging to the royal family is something very prestigious and every youngster usually wants to be named Son or Daughter, mainly because these roles have the biggest glamour. They are usually chased by the Triangulars paparazzi and after their reign usually glorious days expect them, since they usually become actors, singers, musicians and porn actors. One of the most famous daughters in triangular planet nowadays is Sirap Notlih and she is admired as being the sluttest of the sluts in triangular porn industry. Her first steps in building her fame, were during her reigning days as the Daughter, when she was caught in the action of having sex with thirty four men and women giving the right to the Triangulars of calling her promiscuous.

The rest of the royal family had to deal with serious business such as great openings and thinking of ways to eradicate boredom, especially to those belonging in the youth program. As we move on with the story many more facts will come up regarding the morals and customs of this weird planet and its inhabitants.

Unfortunately Monsi did not have the great opportunity of becoming a son and experience five years of fornications and pictures that he could update to his personal intertriangular social network called the friendsbook, but he had still dreams of becoming maybe some day the father. Having these thoughts and lamenting the fornications he was missing, needless to say that this day was a good day since he seduced the butchers boy, he was seduced and used by his landsnetherian teacher and he had a great most stimulating threesome with two women from the adult program, the following incident happened that change the rest of his life and finally puts us in the main story.

It was one of these hours of the day where you have no idea whatsoever about what you will do. During this time, it’s like minutes freezing and you being swallowed into a blissfulness which only people in mental houses experience usually after a big hysteria incident and having been treated with strong tranquilisers.  He had his usual strong tea and a cigarette in his mouth. The lighter was in his right hand, raised at the level of his mouth burning a bright green fire, his expression lost and blank watching without seeing, being totally empty and concentrated into this emptiness, when his eye caught a movement coming from the surface of his drink. His brain refused to move, refused to react, “anyways what could be inside my tea” he thought. The lighter was still burning, his cigarette was still untouched in between his fingers waiting for the inevitable, and the information stimulating his eyes just couldn’t hush or be hushed and ignored. “Oh Crapus Trings!” he said and looked.

He sipped his tea, he smoked his cigarette, and he went running. Then totally oblivious of what he had seen earlier that day, he fell asleep after reading this stupid but funny novel about a bunch of idiots trying to destroy a golden ring with magic powers “why should anyone want to destroy a golden ring with magic powers?” Tomorrow morning his brain would begin ringing like a frenzy alarm, and that was only the beginning.

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Beyond the infinity in a galaxy called the confederation of polygons consisted of eight planets, in planet octagon in the eighth corner on the top, in one building with one room with eight corners, an amber light begun going on and off. Two people were drinking their tea, calmly enjoying each other’s silent company, when one of them perceived the anomaly, their names Mr Quick and Mr Slow and you will understand soon the reason of the attributed names.

 “We have an eye witness” said Mr. Quick.

 “What are you taking about?” asked Mr. Slow looking inquiringly around him.

“We have an eye witness” said again Mr. Quick obviously annoyed.

“An eye? In here? And is witness of what?” asked Mr. Slow still looking greatly puzzled.

 “WE HAVE AN EYE WITNESS YOU IDIOTIC PERSON, someone just realized!” replied Mr. Quick fuming this time.

“First of all I would appreciate if you could stop being so mean at me, and secondly next time try to be more precise and explain, that somewhere an eye saw something, which is by the way far more RIGHTIOTIC than just stating that we have an eye witness, because evidently there is not such a thing as an eye in here, and if it were it wouldn’t be a witness of something important ANYHOW !!! Be that as it may Mr. Quick, what did the eye saw?”

“You fucking moron it’s an expression, a figure of speech, meaning that somewhere someone saw something that should not have been seen by anyone got it?”

 “I did got it now Mr. Quick, THANK YOU VERY MUCH, but you don’t have to hurt my feelings, you know I am sensitive”

“Well I am sorry Mr Slow you know very well that I am quite ill tempered. You remember what that means right?”

“Yes I do, Thank you very much Mr Quick! You know that you have a prescription for that right?”

“Yes I do have but these pills make my breath quite nasty, but anyways give me a kiss and lets go set the alarm we already wasted time. Thank the polygons the yellow light is not going off and on yet.” 

“Yes Mr Quick thank the polygons! If the yellow light starts going mental then this poor eye will be in a big trouble. At least now he saw without understanding and at least he will die without knowing why. Usually it hurts more when you know. Kiss me Mr Quick and after setting the alarm let’s go for one of your Quickies.”