– Come on, guys! Lounging! Ah, it is so tough to work all day, isn’t it? – asked he laughing, while wiping the sweat from his forehead. Then he sat down in front of the house onto the top of the stairs. As he was sitting holding his legs wide apart, leaning his elbow on his knees. The others followed him to the stairs. They sat down around him. They dried themselves – grinning and nodding. The Master looked at them.

– Well, pals, do you want me to die of thirst? – he asked finally. – What’s to drink?

– Here you are! – one of them gave him a bottle. – It is relly a good stuff!

The Master took the bottle, unscrewed the cap and sniffed it, grimacing:

– Uh, Fuck you! What the hell is it? – he laughed again, and the others laughed with him. He watched them. His greenish brown eyes shimmered with excitement. He touched his bald head with his palm, and meaningfully stated:

– It smells like a flock of sheep! Just smell it! I swear it smells like a sheep! But what the hell have you given me? A really cool booze is not found anywhere? – He passed the bottle to the guy who was sitting next to him. The bottle was passed from hand to hand. Everybody sniffed and passed the bottle. They grinned and were confused. They didn’t know what to say. What the Master said was so right. Because he was their Master. Even the older ones did not dare to question his power. He was not young too, in his forties. He was a chunky, brawny man. And he always spoke loudly. He repeated it in peremptory way:

– It smells like a flock of sheep! So where did you get this shit?

– There’s another one bottle, Master! It must be better!

– You do not have to feel like it’s gone! I’d rather have a beer. From the fridge! And don’t you realise? I’m starving!

– Shall I order a pizza? It will be delivered in no time!  – one of them asked the Master.

– Why should we eat pizza again? You did gobble pizza last night. You made a pig of yourselves. And by the time it was delivered, it was so cold like the shit of sheep which had been lying  on the pasture for a week But this brandy still smells like a flock of sheep! Although I am able to communicate with sheep! – he laughed again. – The last time I was driving somewhere, the road was blocked by them. I said them: „baa, baa” from the car and they cleared off out of my way! – he grinned watching the faces. They were laughing out loud. He sipped some beer. Then he belched a big one:

– Can you listen as the chi is flowing in me? – he asked, laughing. The others looked at him, and they laughed again. – My chin is full of chi! Oh, well, Buddy, just order something! I can not bear my hunger anymore!

– Chicken Pizza will be good for you?

– Chicken Pizza! Are you insane, my pal? The chicken eats shit! Tastes like shit! Do you get it? Shit! Turkey titty! It is really jummy! Can you imagine that, guys? Turkey titty with vegetables and steamed in some wine! As I can make it! You no have any idea  about real life, guys! Turkey titty – no breast!

 

– Would you like some tuna fish to have?

– I hate fish! Shoudl I eat fish, just ’cause you gonna eat that? That’s your problem! You have no taste!

– And do you like ham and mushroom?

– No! It is what my uncle Jack and aunt Jane have! You are so an undemanding, fucking you! Well, I have to say no anybody is as a  great player and a great warrior as me! I do the best for you! Anyway! Ham and mushroom pizza and muttony brandy! Cheap wine, cheap coffee – taste like swill ! But some pizza with ham and mushroom will be O.K. just bring me another beer! Would you like to drink  as well? – he asked lookig around. Several people nodded.

– Buddy, can you get six beers? But be careful! Do not drop the bottles! You have no life insurance! Because I will definitely do you in if the bottles are broken!

Big laugh was heard again. He smiled with satisfaction. This was his dream team! He could feel his power flowing around them. He was quiet and satisfied. Finally the pizza arrived. Before having the meal, he had drunk some brandy. So had the others.

– It is muttony but we have no choice. But at least I am able to communicate with sheep! You do not even know sheep! How cold you survive your life without me? Am I right? Now, let’s eat and then back to work! Oh, oh! Buddy! You can just put it down! It is dangerous weapon in your hands!

– But master! It’s just …

– Do not stammer, just get more beer! – He stood up wiping his mouth. The others followed him.

– Oh, come on! Let’s get started!

– Buddy! Just clean up after us! And have I told you not to touch it! Ii is not yours!

– But you can shovel the  gravel into the mixer!

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