Beer Hunter 5: The Redemption

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Another aeron brought over some divine smelling chilllie sause and
pored it
over the kebab whlist another brought forth a cheeseburger for keats.
He
made suitable gibbering noises to please the crowd...they were really
starting to get into this...
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Keats happily chomped on his Cheese burger, then remembering himself,
he removed it from his lips..
'Please... err, no more! kind sirs take pity!'
The Aeron crowd Jeered, they mostly looked like rich types with to
much time on there hands...
'EAT IT!!!' The Leader of this bunch of random Aerons shouted.
Keats happily obliged with a look of pain on his face.
Phil was moping up some chillie sauce hed managed to slop on his
trousers with the remaining Pitta Bread. He licked his licks, turend
round and made gagging noises.
The crowd Cheered.
Phil closed in to Keats.
'Hey, thats a cheeseburger your eating, yeah?'
Keats nodded and popped the remaining chunk into his mouth and
swallowed.
'Well... i dont see no Cows, sheep, Goats or even bloody dogs! where
do they get the cheese from?'
The Lump of Burger in Keats throat stopped the process of being
swallowed. He started to turn green....
'Just a thought....'
Keats attempted to swallow again, struggled and started to wave his
arms about and pointing to his back.
The Aerons were looking at him in expectance. Keats started turning
purple...
He grabbed Phil and pointed at his own back.
'Oh... why didnt you say'
Phil turned Keats around and slapped him on the back.
A half swallowed lump of burger flew out and hit Knuckles in the eye.
Various outrgae, laughter and merry cursing was heard.
The grandmaster raised his hands and looked out of the sides of his
eyes at the crowd.
'Now, how would you like something to wash it down...'
The two "captives" nodded in unisen.
'Well, its not as tho you had a choice.. anyway, aboard your ship we
found some of this poison in a room with some kind of vegiattion
outside... I believe you brought it here in oreder to poison our
Water and kill off the young.. why else would you keep it
locked "safely" away in a box marked "do not touch upon pain of
death, Ambassador Niples" therefore, we have no alternative but to
force you to drink it..'
Keats and Phil looked at each other, trying to conceal there laughs,
it appeared that these Aerons wernt all bad...
'One question tho before i send you to your eventual demise... who is
this Mr Ambassador Niples... and why would he seek to conatain poison
in such an extravagent vial...'
He peered at the label..
'1924 Rothschild... what sort of poison IS this? and why is it corked
down?'
He broke the end off the bottle, fumes of 200 year old wine spilled
into the surrounding air, Keats felt limp, Phil was excited, Wine
conoseurs universaly turned in their graves, and Seymour, although
not anywhere near the wine bottle shiverd inexplicidly and put it
down to the difference in atmospheres.
'So... when must we be forced to drink this, and how...' Keats
enquired.
Phil startesd whispering non to loudly...
'damn you Keats, he was aving that for the Aeron Leader, he had two
cut diamond frosted stemmed galsses waiting for him to...'
The grandmaster smiled, clicked his fingers, and as if by magic, two
frosted cut diamond wine glasses appeared...
'Oh dear....' Smiled phil...
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