a man wearing a green hat with a yellow feather in it was seated alone at a small square table in a large establishment, staring down at a cup of coffee and a small plate with a few crumbs on it. the table could seat four, but only two comfortably.
another man, wearing a blue baseball cap with a red letter “y” on it, approached the table carrying a tray on which rested a cup of tea and a small pastry, halfway between a donut and a croissant, with bright pink icing on it.
do you mind if i sit here? the man in the blue baseball cap asked the man in the green hat.
it is a public place, the man in the green hat replied.
i am aware of that, but common courtesy requires that i ask your permission.
and if i refused, would you retreat?
of course.
please be seated.
thank you.
the man in the green hat continued staring at his cup of coffee, which gave off an aura of indescribable chiliness, and at the crumbs on his plate, which exuded the most intense despair.
i bet i can guess your name, the man in the blue baseball cap asserted, as he made himself comfortable at the table
really? you think you recognize me?
no ,but i have a happy facility for guessing people’s names.
really? what then is my name?
albert jones.
wrong.
what is it, then?
rhodomontade chan - king arthur.
oh. well, you can not win them all.
maybe you can not.
if you do not mind my asking, what is your occupation?
i do mind.
are you by any chance a trained deadly assassin?
r
the man in the green hat, who had styled himself rhodomontade chan - king arthur, laughed for the first time in the encounter.
no, of course not, he asserted.
why, of course not?
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