Quest For Adventure: Attack of The Beast

Chapter 2.7: Lethal Encounter

Even though it'd only been a week  since Theodore had entered the farm, almost everybody was impressed with him. Ronald Mintz reluctantly gave him a temporary room, and sent him to go tend to the carrots, giving Bertha Logan, a fashion-obsessed  woman in her fifties who kept giving Theodore's raggedy clothes an evil look, a day off.

Farming the carrots wasn't particularly hard. It was October now, so he didn't need to worry about the heat melting his plastic. The soil wasn't providing any trouble, thankfully. Theodore had hear far too many stories about nasty soil ruining a perfectly good harvest back at home, not  to be cautious of it.

But, of course, that did bring up the question of how they managed to keep such luscious and helpful soil in such terrible conditions. Theodore planned to ask Ronald about that, but he assumed he'd just have a repeat of last night, when he asked him how the Mystery Stew was made, and Ronald started yelling about how it was classified, and how he wouldn't let an "effin' robot " steal his recipe again, like in Nevada, or whatever.

"Hey, you!" He heard, cutting into his thoughts, rather rudely, really. Theodore looked over to A and Abbott, walking over to him. 

"Greetings, -A-, and -Abbott-. What is -up?-" They both stopped moving, and looked at each other, stunned.

-Shoot. How long will it be until I start saying "Connection Lost" when I get injured?-

Abbott sighed, and pulled a pack of cards out of his pocket. "Do you know how to play anything other than 'Go Fish' with these? Because that's all A knows how to play."

"You... You are -over- it, already?" Theodore asked, surprised.

Abbott nodded. "While I was being melancholy, A had to act like more of an adult. And... He's terrible at that. So I got over it."

"I do not -comprehend.-"

Abbott shook his head. "At my most basic level, I'm a canine. This sort of thing doesn't really  get under my skin."

A sat down with him. "But you just did  let it get under your skin."

"Yeah, but for what, a few hours? That's not a good thing, you know."

Theodore decided he should change the subject. He finished planting the final carrot, dropped the hoe, and sat down with them. "Okay, while -I- don't know too much about -most games-, but I do know the -most- about '-Black Jack-.'"

"Ugh, you've got to be kidding me." Abbott said. rubbing his forehead.

"Abbott, it's either that, or-"

"Okay, fine! God. Deal out the cards Theo."

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A few hours later, Theodore was sitting on the bed of the guest room. He didn't know how humans could just shut off consciousness  for 4-8 hours, almost everyday. Then again, maybe it was nice to do something like that. After all, he'd heard of plenty of relaxing rituals that all flaunted about similar premises.

-Or maybe, I just don't get how humans work. That's always a possibility.-

He shook his head. But... why did he shake his head? What did that accomplish. He wasn't saying 'no' to anybody, and even then... he could just... say 'no.' Then, a loud thundering noise shook the room. Theodore heard tons of screaming.

-Oh, goodie. I wondered if humans still had those fireworks I'd heard so much about.-

He calmly walked over to the door, before hearing another loud noise. He nonchalantly reached for the door handle, shaking from the force. Then, the door was cut through, revealing a large axe blowing splinters, everywhere.