The Firefly Field Theory

|5| What Is Locked Up In Our Rooms?: Part II

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PART II:

"Good Morning." Mamo greets me first, "still got jetlag?"

"Yeah I'm recovering slowly." I say with a smile.

It's a common misconception that all Asians love rice and only rice. That is not true; in Pakistan chicken is way more popular. I mean ever since I got here all I have eaten from the four food groups happens to be chicken and if not chicken, somewhat chicken-y. I saw this ad on TV at Bravos conspicuous hide out, where there is a kid who isn't a fan of pulses, so his mom cooks the pulses in something called a chicken cubes. And the kid smells chicken but when he pops open the pot there are pulses in it. But his senses have been enticed by just the smell of chicken-y pulses so he eats it up. With his nose fooled but not his stomach.

"What is that?" I had asked turning to look at Bravo last night after watching the whole ad.

"That is just pitiful." She said with a smirk. "The ultimate form of forgery in my opinion, Z?"

Z was sitting on the sofa with the remote in his hand, he said, "I think it is an example of our unexplainable love for chicken, an unconditional love. Wall-e?"

Wall-e was chewing on his cuticles sitting on the sofa at the back of the room, he had said, "Humans are supposedly the smartest species on the planet, but it's harder to get a raging bull to do what you want than to get another human to do what you want. Humans are freakin gullible, Sam?"

I was surprised when he called my name; I turned to look at him. And then he had said, "Your Turn."

"My turn to do what?" I had asked all confused. And then Bravo had said, "Speak your mind"

So I said whatever popped in my mind, "Sometimes we just do stupid things and then we can't explain these things because the moment is gone and has like......taken all your reasons with it, I guess."

I turned to face Bravo, she was staring at the ceiling, then I turned to Z, he was smiling and looking at me. I turned to look at the TV again. Right in the center of the Living room, was a dark brown short legged table, I was sitting on the carpet, with my back against the side of the table closer to the TV. In an instant, Bravo jumped up and reached out to touch something behind me, as a reflex I turned my head to see what she was doing, then I heard another thud from where Z was sitting, I turned and he was on his knees near the table with his hand on the top of it. Out of curiosity I turned completely to face them, that is when I saw even Wall- e had jumped off from the sofa at the back and was on his knees with his hand next to Bravo's. All three of them had one hand on the wooden surface. And then all of a sudden they started banging the table.

"What are you guys doing?" I had asked covering my ears.

"We are expressing our approval and utmost admiration towards you thought." Bravo had replied, still banging.

"Seriously stop it now, I get it." I had said, it wasn't like I didn't enjoy it, but the crazy birthday party had given me an undying headache.

"Is that like your thing or something?" I had asked when they finally stopped.

"Not really, we picked it up when we were watching TV; people in the parliament house do that to express approval." Z had said to me.

What a load of idiots. I hate those guys but here I am still thinking about them.