zola epps, xena smith, george youngblood, and tom wilson were seated around zola’s living room table when the door burst open and dave norris suddenly appeared before them.
i love you guys, dave blurted out.
that is all very well, dave, zola replied, but we are engaged in a game of canasta and were just getting to the thrilling climax - could not your assertion of affection have waited until some more appropriate time?
speak english, dave retorted sullenly.
you are bothering us, xena asserted.
this is not the time or place, george growled.
you have disturbed the rhythm of our existence, tom added gently.
so you do not want my love? dave asked.
we are playing canasta, zola repeated.
you are being rude, xena said.
take a hike on a slow boat to china, george huffed.
perhaps some other time, tom intimated softly.
all right, dave shrugged, if that is the way you guys want it. i withdraw my passionate and sincere avowal of love.
and with that, dave turned and left, carefully closing the door behind him.
where were we? xena asked.
we were playing canasta, zola said.
oh right! all four members of the quarter burst into laughter.
the poor sap didn’t even notice we did not have cards in our hands, george chuckled.
so, you may ask, what were this fearsome foursome doing when dave burst into the room?
they were not playing canasta or any other civilized parlor game.
they were plotting the destruction of the human race!
but that is a story for another time.
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