Predjudices

Who: Joe Schweeble and random drunk people
Where: Parrots
When: Just before ChryslerÂ’s arrest
After Joe had fled from his therapy session, he went to Parrots to drown his
sorrows, heÂ’d picked a table in the darkest corner to avoid the accusing
glares that he seemed to be getting, he sat down at the table and watched as
the people at the tables surrounding his quickly got up and went and sat
down at tables on the other side of parrots as far from Joe as they could
get without actually leaving the barroom.
Joe grabbed the menu and buried his face in it so that he wouldnÂ’t be
recognised.
“Hey, Gelf-boy” came a cry from across the room, Joe peered cautiously over
the top of the menu and saw Jay Chrysler storming over to him.
“H..hello Jay, what’s wron…” Joe managed to say before Chrysler let rip with
an offensive remark.
“Your mamma humps Gelf’s in hell” said Chrysler, then ran round Parrots
smashing the place up for no apparent reason. Then as calmly as if nothing
had happen walked out again and headed towards MacDonalds.
Joe buried his head in his hands and cried for the next half hour. He was
completely unaware that Jay returned about 15 minutes later completely
oblivious as to what he had done and was chased out of parrots by some irate
security officers.
When he had finally stopped crying he went for a walk in some of the disused
areas of the ship where no-one would disturb him. He was wandering through
one of the empty cargo bays when he heard some a noise behind him. He
whirled round and saw three rather vicious looking thugs advancing towards
him, the one in the middle had a large monkey wrench and was tapping it
menacingly in the palm of his hand.
“So, you’re a Gelf huh?” said the guy with the wrench.
“Yes, I am” said realising that these people probably weren’t here to
congratulate him for coming out of the closet.
“We don’t like your kind around here, do we boys” the wrench man continued.
“Nah, we don’t does we” said the guy on wrench man’s left.
“And what do we do with things we don’t like” said wrench man.
“We destroys ‘em don’t we” said the guy on the right
“Does we?” said lefty
“I finks so, we did to the vending machine on deck 56” said righty
“get ‘im boys” said wrench man
And the goons advanced.
“RIGHT, I’VE HAD A REALLY BAD DAY AND THIS IS JUST THE LAST STRAW, COME ON
THEN, BRING IT ON” shouted Joe.
The goons hesitated, they werenÂ’t sure what JoeÂ’s eyes actually did, for all
they knew they might shoot lasers. They carried on moving forward but
slightly slower and with worried looks on their faces.
The wrench guy lunged at Joe, who neatly side-stepped him and gave him a
hard clout on the back of his head knocking him out cold as he passed. The
other two stopped, looked at each other and then the guy on the left charged
at him, Joe dropped to the floor and the guy tripped over him and landed
face first on the ground.
Joe closed his left eye and looked at the remaining guy, he could see the
stench of fear coming off of him.
The guy that was left, on seeing Joe close one of his eyes, suddenly felt
afraid, in fact he was paralysed with terror, thinking that a laser was
going to shoot out of JoeÂ’s eye and his life was about to end. A dark stain
spread across the crotch of his trousers and he passed out.
Joe grabbed the passed out guy by his foot, slung the other two unconscious
thugs over his shoulder and took them down to the brig.
<Let that be a warning to any GelfistÂ’s out there>
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