"What is it?"
"German... I can't read it."
Frank sighed. "You've got to be kidding..."
"As a matter of fact I am" replied Rupert with a smile. In the following seconds, he had a whack behind the head, and a good reason to get serious. This was serious after all.
"Relax... Here we go:"
Yesterday is gone,
Over the stars,
Unimportant night.
Less' the blood pay,
Out you shall be,
Vulcan death,
Ever cold.
Cry away,
Hope no pain,
Inside you suffer,
No gain,
Ever so dead,
So forgotten,
Ever so gone.
Fill the box,
Outmatch game,
Order around,
Die tonight.
Rupert took a pause after reading, still uncertain of what he had in his hands.
"Oh crap."
Frank reacted. "You're right. This makes absolutely no sense."
"No. 'Oh crap' as in 'It does'."
"What?"
Rupert showed the paper, and pointed out each line's first letter to Frank.
YOU LOVE CHINESE FOOD
"Oh, bite me!"
"What did I say?" said Rupert, triumphant.
Both of them knew they were once again dealing with the Fortune Cookie Killer.
"Who's up for Chinese tonight?"
2 comments:
Seriously, man. I love it. This is great.
I replaced "F***" with "crap" though. Language rules on the net. They might kick us for using swear language in an openly accessible blog.
I would highly doubt so. After all, fuck is just a word. We're the admins here, they are not.
Really, don't worry about saying whatever you want. This is a story, it should not be censored and it won't.
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