Fear and Loathing in Georgetown
Previously...
FLG: Hello?
Receptionist: Some people are here to see you.
FLG: Really? I wasn't expecting anybody.
FLG finds Special Agents Fitz and Mallory sitting in the lobby.
FLG: Hello again.
Fitz: Hello, Mr. in Georgetown. Sorry to bother you at work, but we are very concerned about your safety.
FLG: Still?
Mallory: You just don't get it, do you?
FLG: What are you worried about now? Think Basil is plotting world domination from a dormant volcano?
Fitz: No, an abandoned meat packing plant in Kansas City, but that's not important right now. Their activity will start to pick up in a few weeks. From Thanksgiving until about the end of December they send copious communications and hold numerous meetings. You'll need to keep your head down.
FLG: You mean they send Christmas cards and attend Christmas parties?
Fitz: What does that have to with anything?
FLG: Uh, you know, Christmas? The celebration of the birth of Our Lord and Savior?
Fitz: Yeah, well, keep a look out. There's a padre involved now. Uses a code name -- Father M. Our intelligence says he's a real snappy dresser, and worst of all a mick.
FLG: You should have more respect for a priest.
Mallory: And the Irish.
Fitz: Maybe you're right, but God invented alcohol so the Irish wouldn't rule the world.
FLG and Mallory simultaneously: My mother's Irish.
Fitz: Sorry.
FLG: Isn't Fitz Irish? Fitzpatrick and all that? Also, how can you have something against the Irish and be a cop?
Fitz: We're Feds, not cops. Let's get back to why we are here.
FLG: Okay.
Mallory: You forgot about the Limey. Name's Vivian. Says he's a man, but I can't get that dame from Gone with the Wind out of my head.
FLG: You're an idiot. Should I be concerned?
Mallory: Did you just call me an idiot?
Fitz: It's tough to tell. Scotland Yard is looking into it. But I wouldn't order any fish and chips.
Mallory: And stay out of Arlington.
FLG: Last time I saw you, you said you were going to look into Maximum Leader. Did you get anywhere?
Fitz: Not very far. A team is trying to determine why he hoards ice cream.
FLG: Hoards ice cream?
Mallory: He leaves the Giant with tons of the stuff. We think it might be used for smuggling.
FLG: Smuggling what?
Fitz: Contraband G-strings.
FLG: What?
Mallory: It's complicated. Leave it to us professionals.
FLG: Whatever.
Fitz: We'll be in touch. Until then, keep a low profile.
Mallory: We are working on a plan to get you to safety if the worst happens. It's genius actually. We send you out to Cali to give you a set of boobs and hide you away as a nun. They'll never expect it.
FLG: That's the first thing they would suspect.
Excellent work. It gives the whole conversation nuances that it desperately needed.
Posted by: CS Perry | December 17, 2008 at 11:59 AM
I'll have to send surrogates to get my ice cream...
Posted by: The Maximum Leader | December 17, 2008 at 02:17 PM
Mr. Perry, thank you. I must say I'm impressed. you've appeared twice in our comments and no &%$%^&$#@@##%^^ what so ever.
Posted by: Mrs. Peperium | December 19, 2008 at 11:35 AM