Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Renfield and Amadeus At The Loading Docks


Amadeus Emanon and Renfield R. Renfield were in the loading docks at the back of Set Enterprises Laboratories waiting for a couple of trucks (or lorries as they're called in the United Kingdom) to pick up a couple of packages.

One package contained the latest genetically created hybrid creature developed by Dr. Cadbury Rocher and his mad scientist team here at Set Enterprises.

The other package contained a new frost and intense heat resistant variety of wheat developed by Set Enterprises' Agricultural and Horticultural Research Section.

The package containing the genetically created hybrid creature was to be sent to the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set's colossal London mansion for inspection and approval by Set himself.

The other package containing the frost and intense heat resistant variety of wheat was to be sent to one of Set Enterprises' experimental farms in northern England.

Amadeus Emanon was reading a Superman comic book.

Renfield R. Renfield was reading a northern California newspaper whose headline read VOODOO FLOWER CHILD RUN OVER AND KILLED BY HIPPY HATING DISCIPLE OF REV. PAT ROBERTSON.

The sub-headline read,  San Francisco police believe voodoo flower child was illegitimate half-niece of some previously unheard of deputy police chief of Malaysia.

Renfield was reading the Household Handyman Advice column.

"Hm," Renfield piped up to alleviate his boredom, "some woman writes, I recently bought a round kitchen table top to place on top of my square kitchen table. But the round top is a few inches too short. Any idea on how I can increase the round table by a few inches...?".

"How to increase the round table by a few inches?" Amadeus looked up, "Order a bunch of fast food for King Arthur and his Knights. That should increase the Round Table by a few inches."

Renfield chortled loudly at Amadeus' witticism.

Then Renfield's cell phone went off.

Renfield answered it.

He put the cell phone back in his pocket and spoke to Amadeus, "Apparently an intruder has been spotted in Sector C of the plant. I'm going to check it out."

Renfield loaded his semi-automatic with bullets and ammunition.

"What are you going to do?" Amadeus asked as he looked up.

"What I always do," Renfield replied with a grin, "shoot first and ask questions later."

"How can the intruder answer questions if he's already dead?" Amadeus asked.

"I'll consult a spiritist medium if need be," Renfield answered, "watch those packages carefully. Remember the package on the left containing the new genetically created hybrid creature goes to the Boss' house. And the package on the right containing the newly developed frost and intense heat resistant variety of wheat goes to Set Enterprises' Experimental Farm No. 6 in northern England."

"I"ll remember," Amadeus flipped the page of the exciting Superman segment he was reading.



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"I'm here to pick up a package for Set Enterprises'  Experimental Farm No. 6," said the lorry driver to Amadeus.

"It's the package on the left," Amadeus answered without looking up.

The lorry driver grabbed the package on the left.




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Meanwhile Renfield continued to torture the intruder in the Set Enterprises' dungeon- Renfield's Plan B- because his Plan A was cancelled when his semi-automatic jammed on the first shot.





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"I'm here to pick up  a package for the billionaire ancient Egyptian vampire Set," the lorry driver read the title and name on the manifest, "at 666 Exclusive Heights North Road."

"That would be the only package that's left," Amadeus did not look up from his comic book, "which I believe is on the right there."

Amadeus pointed.




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Set looked on in shock as Athelstan his butler and valet opened the package.

"What's with all this wheat?" Set cried, "what does the science team down at the Laboratories think I'm going to do with all this wheat? Make oatmeal porridge?".

"Possibly, sir," Athelstan nodded, "perhaps those who work down at the Laboratories think you're suffering from a very bad case of irregularity."


To be continued.

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