Post by George Duke on Jan 28, 2007 7:44:02 GMT -6
The thunderous beating of the giant heart nearly drives George Duke insane. Children pass in and out of the left ventrical, like short, drooling blood cells flying through the valves. Frank Christian has agreed to let a cousin and her kids stay with him for a week or so. This is how they ended up at The Franklin Institute. George argreed to come along, to keep Frank from going insane. However, being in a public place with hundrerds of children whining and screaming and drooling all over the place - George is going a bit insane himself.
Lisa and her two little brats explore and climb through the giant heart exhibit at the museum, while Frank and George have a seat on a bench nearby. It's only just past noon, but both men are already ready to go to the bar. To keep their grip on some sort of questionable sanity, their convorsation drifts to the busniess...
"Stan Hanson would love this..."
George stares at the heart, throwiing an imaginary punch at it.
"I doubt it. A heart this big would be his worst nightmare if you think about it..."
George pauses and looks down.
"I guess you're right..."
The awkward silence is filled with new perspective until Lisa and the kids come screaming by to shake them out of it. Frank and George step outside for a bit. They sit on a rusted bench in front of the museum. George bites the tip off of a big cigar before spitting it across the sidewalk.
"POW, eh? Working for Capaci? Sure you want to lend him your career?"
George lights his cigar and tosses the match. He rolls his eyes.
"Tito's a business man. I wouldn't step over a crack in the sidewalk to help him out - but the pay's good and the spot's good. I know he doesn't care too much about me, not more than anyone else on the roster, anyway. He knows he's got a good talent, though. I guess we're just lucky he doesn't know how much I hate him."
"What are you up against?"
George grins wide as he answers.
"First round of a tourny - against Buzz Parks"
"What kind of a guy is he?"
"Good question."
George laughs.
"Well, let's see. Word on the street is that he's crazy. Sort of short and fat - I honestly think he's retarded. There is a bit of a difference. I'll do his momma a favor and snap a bone or two - she'll have a reason to keep him home. I think I might go a step beyond that and bleed 'em dry. These people don't know what to expect from George Duke - I think I should let 'em know! Imagine that! All the suits that got comp tickets, all the sudden George Duke starts beatin' the Hell outta a retard! Hehe - Yes sir, dummy's perfect. How much resistance can I get from him? Haha! I'll keep poundin' away - beating his thick skull into mush. Everyone in the back - everyone in the offices - everyone in the crowd - everyone will know about George Duke. This tournament needs a winner, and I'm the man for the job."
Frank nods in agreement.
George tosses his cigar out into the street. He looks around and stands up.
"It's too nice out to spend all day in that dusky nightmare. It's the middle of January and I don't even need a coat. You're on your own, Frank - I'm walking home."
Before Frank can protest, George Duke takes to the streets, taking the long walk back to 4th and Ritner.
Lisa and her two little brats explore and climb through the giant heart exhibit at the museum, while Frank and George have a seat on a bench nearby. It's only just past noon, but both men are already ready to go to the bar. To keep their grip on some sort of questionable sanity, their convorsation drifts to the busniess...
"Stan Hanson would love this..."
George stares at the heart, throwiing an imaginary punch at it.
"I doubt it. A heart this big would be his worst nightmare if you think about it..."
George pauses and looks down.
"I guess you're right..."
The awkward silence is filled with new perspective until Lisa and the kids come screaming by to shake them out of it. Frank and George step outside for a bit. They sit on a rusted bench in front of the museum. George bites the tip off of a big cigar before spitting it across the sidewalk.
"POW, eh? Working for Capaci? Sure you want to lend him your career?"
George lights his cigar and tosses the match. He rolls his eyes.
"Tito's a business man. I wouldn't step over a crack in the sidewalk to help him out - but the pay's good and the spot's good. I know he doesn't care too much about me, not more than anyone else on the roster, anyway. He knows he's got a good talent, though. I guess we're just lucky he doesn't know how much I hate him."
"What are you up against?"
George grins wide as he answers.
"First round of a tourny - against Buzz Parks"
"What kind of a guy is he?"
"Good question."
George laughs.
"Well, let's see. Word on the street is that he's crazy. Sort of short and fat - I honestly think he's retarded. There is a bit of a difference. I'll do his momma a favor and snap a bone or two - she'll have a reason to keep him home. I think I might go a step beyond that and bleed 'em dry. These people don't know what to expect from George Duke - I think I should let 'em know! Imagine that! All the suits that got comp tickets, all the sudden George Duke starts beatin' the Hell outta a retard! Hehe - Yes sir, dummy's perfect. How much resistance can I get from him? Haha! I'll keep poundin' away - beating his thick skull into mush. Everyone in the back - everyone in the offices - everyone in the crowd - everyone will know about George Duke. This tournament needs a winner, and I'm the man for the job."
Frank nods in agreement.
George tosses his cigar out into the street. He looks around and stands up.
"It's too nice out to spend all day in that dusky nightmare. It's the middle of January and I don't even need a coat. You're on your own, Frank - I'm walking home."
Before Frank can protest, George Duke takes to the streets, taking the long walk back to 4th and Ritner.
