|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- GOODBYE POPCORN--CUP 12--"CURSIVE CAXOPY" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Goodbye Popcorn  ||  -------> (Cup SRgp012, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "Well--so how do we pack all this stuff up?" Fake asked. "Okay, let me add this up." Confetti said. "There's the cinder block, which I can see you're very happy with Fake. Then there's the socks, and the fucking morons, and the great gross of slay balloons. Okay. And the marker--now Daptin, be extremely careful with that thing--they've been known to topple office buildings, so just be cool with it. Alright? Okay--the situation grenades of course, the huge tin clocks, the free caviar, the frost flame delimiter you're wearing, the submachineguns. Now what am I forgetting? Oh yeah--three bags of goodbye popcorn, and--what else? I know there's one more thing." "Yeah, the special peas. Right?" Daptin said. "Oh yes--one canister of conductor voice peas. These are great fun." "Life of the party." Daptin said. Confetti looked over the bill she had been writing. "Okay, everything looks to be in order!" Confetti said with an approving expression. "Yeah, but how're we gonna carry the stuff all the way over to the Caxopys?" Daptin asked. "And how much does it all cost?" Fake queried. "Don't worry about it." Came a voice from behind them. They turned to see the leather-clad Cursive Caxopy with a cigarette in her hand. "Oh hi Cursive." Confetti said. "Just finished equipping your proteges." "I see. I see." Cursive said. "I'm glad you're here. You can help us carry all this stuff back to your place." Daptin said. "Oh, no need. We can use my disappear simulator to disappear over there." Cursive said. "You can disappear like the gods?" Fake asked. "Of course I can--can't you, Fake?" "No." "Well, gather all your junk up and let's go. I came by because you're late. This mission is time-sensitive, and we have to get it started. Come on you two." "Hey okay." Daptin said. "One pile of junk coming right up." Fake said. Just then, Elaine Caxopy, Cursive's sister and business partner, walked into Basement-Wall-Thursday Mortal Supply. She wore a pretty, light-blue dress, the antithesis of Cursive's hard attire. "Oh, you're here. I was just coming by to see if our two recruits are all set." Elaine said. "They're done." Cursive said, taking a drag of her cigarette. "We were about to disappear over in my simulator." "Well," Elaine said, looking a little hesitant. "Okay. But my truck's outside. You'll take care of it, won't you Confetti?" "Of course" Confetti said, and Elaine tossed her the keys to the truck. "No need to gather 'round--I'm good at this." Cursive said. The next moment, Cursive, Elaine, Daptin and Fake were in the offices of The Caxopy Group. "Nice simulation." Elaine said. Cursive didn't reply. "Well you two, come on. We have a cup of coffee to show you." Elaine said urgently. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----