Oh when the Keats, oh when the Keats, oh when the Keats goes marchi
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Jack snatched the vial back. "I just need it okay?!" He stuffed
everything back in the box, and padlocked it.
At this point, the other owner of the room, John Keats returned. He
opened the door, took 2 steps in, and froze. He looked around,
trying to take it all in, then walked back out. Jack and Seymour
looked to the door, as John walked back in and blinked several times.
"wha?" he said.
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Keats stood there, flabbergasted. His eyes metranomed between Seymour
and Jack for half a minute or so, neither blinked.
"Wha.... Wheres the expresso machine??"
"Expresso Machine? We dont have an expresso machine!"
"Oh... Righto! G'nite. Lights off!"
The room was plunged into darkness as Keats bounded onto his bed,
yes, his nice familiar, almost as hard as MDF bed. He hit it with an
unfamiliar 'Flumpf' sound, bounced intot he hard wall, fel back, and
bounced off onto the floor, landing on his face.
"Mrfffff.... Lights on"
Seymour Squealed.
"You.. you FIEND! Youve stained it!"
Keats lifted his head slightly and looked at the sheets. The
pristine, ironed lace and silk finish was stained with fresh crimson
blood. Keats groaned and wiped his nose on a freshly diced piece of
royal painting.
"Tsk.... This will NEVER come out, i had to buy an entire bedroom set
to get these.... ohhhhh"
"Yeah... dont worry, im quite alright... a hand Jack.. no, a hand...
im not gonna grab THAT!"
Jack sheathe his sword with an apologetic ruffle in his brow and
heaved Keats up fromt he floor.
"Brilliant! Now i've got a dislocated shoulder to! il just be a
second"
Keats walked into the bathroom, and after much breaking of glass,
rumaging and general cursing came back in chewing morphine gum(TM)
and brandishing his pistol.
"Apologies there MR. Ambassador, i did'nt mean to injure myself in
the vacinity of your bedcovers"
"Apologie grimly accepted"
"Well aint that chipper. Who wants to playa game? i call it 20
questions. Question one, why are you here?"
He pointed his gun towards Jack.
"Urmmm... I live here"
Keats leaned towards Jack and squinted.
"Huh.. ok, question two, why are YOU here?"
"How dare you point a gun at a royal ambassador!"
"Wrong answer!"
The pistol let of a firey crack and a Vase in the corner exploded in
a shower of Ceramic chunks.
"I Re-pose the question"
"Ok ok, my room is temporarily being renovated after it was damaged
in the fight"
"Ok. Good. Question two. Why us?"
"Well, i decided that if any of the enemy were elft, hwo better to be
near than a Security guard and an able pilot?"
"Ok, thats seems ok. Third and final, wheres that expresso machine?"
"Keats.. we went through thsi before, it was in your head. Remember?"
Jack said, calmly.
"No... but i belive you.... Anyway, the way i see it, MY beds been
turned into a bood-wah, jacks bed is unfit for human occupancy, no
matter how much pine freshness you spray on it, so... the only
logical conclusion is we get Severn up here and have us a party!"
Seymour sighed.
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