Chapter 14.
Lies. Lies. Sluggary Duggary.
Quay
Langer was lounging nearby and now straightened his wig and
slithered into view, slimy, and puffin': he was well out of
condition.
Nor
fit ar all. Boy. He thought....
Well
out of condition. Disgrace. Harry
added. Will you tell this Harridan what I tell you to say.
“Yes. Boss. You sent for me. Like.....” He said out loud.
And
this time keep your thoughts to yourself. Toe the line, Don't rock
the boat. Stums the word.
Jese
Boss- don't have a boat. Langer
thought and strangely Hedda understood all the exchange.
Now that's a turn up for the book, she thought. Must be
all this clean living.
Who's
a Harridan? She shouted the
thought it as well. Blank stares from the two World Leaders. Still
trouble at the transmitter? Good.
“Now. The Boss Like, Wants me ta Tell Ya, Like. Dat He
Wants to Clean up de Garden. And Like. Wants to bring in Help ta Do
It Like. He Says t'wil be T'Riffic when he's finished. A great Place
ta Live.”
For
Slugs. That is....ha ha ha.
Both slugs thought at the same time.
Thought so. Hedda thought but not in italics. Knew you
boys were up to something.
We
Don't Like...wants to take over the place or an-tin.
Klanger thought. To a scream of Guarded Thoughts
from Harry. Keep with the message.
“Twil All be. Like. Peaceful. A Peaceful Place .To
Live, Work and Play. Like.....”
Yea! Yea! Hedda knew he was lying, lying through the
teeth he hadn't got. Both of them in fact were lying. One lying by
omission, the other by submission. Well Klanger was relaying Harry's
propaganda and Harry wasn't telling the whole story at all. Her
journalistic instincts told her these facts, in fact, were not
factual facts, at all, in fact.
Exhausted she looked around for sustenance and spied a
fly. She was about to strike when the fly cried out. “Hey! Ya can't
eat me! I'm the observer to all this documentary history. Ya can't
eat me! I'm the fly on the wall, that sees and hears everything!”
