A Brief Interview with the Worst Dressed Sentient Being in the Known Universe
- The Starlight Hotel Lounge, private corner booth.
Q: Now that we're good and blasted can I ask you a few questions?
A: Sure. But I won't tell you the truth, I'm not that messed up.
Q: Oh, but I think you are.
A: I'll be the judge of that, or history will.
Q: Why did you steal the Heart of Gold?
A: Isn't it obvious?
Q: Where did you get those boots?
A: Reynaldo Carlos and Sons Western Wear.
Q: So you've been to Texas recently?
A: No, I haven't.
Q: Then how do you explain those hats?
A: I found them.
Q: Unlikely. Ok, forget that, what are your plans for the future?
A: Same as the present.
Q: You mean sit around drinking?
A: Well, this is a very nice place.
Q: By the way, how is it that this hotel looks like it was constructed in 1960's Miami?
A: Isn't it the 60's?
Q: I'll ask the questions, but now that you mention it, the dress of the patrons does seem a bit beyond retro. Did you send us back in time with that last drink order?
A: I'll never tell.
Q: Come on, just look at that telephone on the wall and tell me it isn't 1964?
A: It might be.
Q: I knew it! How did we get here?
A: That should be obvious, we've been together all night.
Q: I'm confused. Do you think we should order another drink?
A: Definitely.
One drink's time passes...
Q: I feel better now. Did you want to go for a walk outside and continue our conversation?
A: I would say yes, but we'd be killed immediately.
Q: How, there is a nothing out there but a pool, a diving board, and some pastel colored buildings. What could go wrong?
A: Clearly this is your first Vogon poetry retreat.
Q: Do you think that women is giving me the eye?
A: Absolutely. I'll be right back.
He never returned. I staggered back to my room and fell asleep in my clothes. In the morning I awoke covered by a beach towel wearing one bright red cowboy boot, my left shoe was missing. A single ten gallon hat lay on the bed next to mine. My digital recorder captured next to nothing and I remember even less. It was the first and last time I ever saw Zaphod Beeblebrox.
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