Pathetic Soul: Doctor, Doctor, my pump is broken. I am bleeding from many places and my arteries are melting.
Dr. Diesel: You will have to make the pilgrimage to see Father Superior Giles in the land of Big Smoke.
Pathetic Soul: I am but an indentured slave to an evil taskmaster. She will harvest my vital organ if I venture so far.
Dr. Diesel: You truly are pathetic. Nonetheless, it is my advocation to help those of Sootland. I shall conjure up a spare from my infinite resources and go see the Father Superior myself on your behalf, as he is a true friend and brotheren.
Pathetic Soul: Thank you, thank you, doctor.
Dr. Diesel: You must return to have your transplant at a moment’s notice as I must leave for far far away to renew my faith in womanhood.
Pathetic Soul: I see, but I am locked in the arms of Morpheus until high noon and only allowed to labour in darkness under cruel conditions.
Dr. Diesel: That will be the sacrifice you must make to the Gods of Diesel.
Pathetic Soul: I shall o wise one.
A few days later
Dr. Diesel: I clang your cell and command you to my lair as I am returning from Superior Giles with a refreshed pump.
Pathetic Soul: I bring homage of food and drink.
Dr. Diesel: Tada!!! With the help of Govenor Mod and a few fresh harpies your engine is reborn.
Pathetic Soul: I’m alive I’m alive.
Dr. Diesel: Go forth and champion the virtues of the Church of Diesel and the Wizardry of Superior Giles.
Pathetic Soul: I can walk, I can run, I can fly. I am a true believer.
I didn't know MacBeth drove a diesel. Good to know though.
To smoke or not to smoke? What a silly question.
:mrgreen: lol!
Greetz, Benjamin
that was the best english class short story i ever read. i wish they were all that good. LAND OF BIG SMOKE
beautifully written. Bravo
haha! that was a close one, fixing 'Pathetic Soul's' car, then immediately driving to the airport to leave for vacation. Glad you're happy with it!