|| -------- -- -----  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 14--"DIET COOL RANCH TEMPURA HONEYSUCKLE NECTAR BEER CLASSIC" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Goodbye Popcorn  ||  -------> (Cup SRgp014, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "I'll order out for the briefing." Cursive said. "Any preferences you two, foodwise?" "Pasta beverage and crullers might be good." Fake suggested. "Um--maybe some eight eggs with filberts or something? Or custard grain?" Daptin said. "You can have pizza, pizza, pizza, pizza, pizza, pizza, or pizza." Cursive said. "Some selection." Fake said. "Could you repeat the list, Cursive?" Daptin asked. "Pizza. Wow." came Tavmatey's voice. "Well I'm ordering from Xould Pete's Camera. And they have pizza." Cursive said, almost belligerently. "Fine! Like why'd ya ask then?" Daptin wondered. "To see what foods you like. You can tell a lot about a guy from what he eats." Cursive said. "What about a gal?" Fake asked. "Why, are you a gal, Fake?" Cursive asked, taking her cigarette from her lips. "You could say that." Fake said. "Well." Cursive said, looking from Fake to Daptin. "What will we have to drink?" "Pepsi, Pepsi, Pepsi, Pepsi or Pepsi?" Daptin asked. "What, are you funny? Xould Pete's Camera is a great restaurant. They have every drink ever." Cursive said shaking her head back and forth in a flippant manner. "Well then I suppose I'll have a Mr. Pibb. They do have that, I trust?" Daptin said. "Of fucking course!" Cursive said. "And you, gal?" "Hmm... how about... Diet Cool Ranch Tempura Honeysuckle Nectar Beer Classic?" Fake asked. "You made it up." Cursive said. "I drink that all the time here." came Tavmatey's voice. "Come on, don't make up stories." Elaine said toward the cup. "Just trying to make conversation. So I never drank it. But it sounds good." Tavmatey said. "Now something real." Cursive said. "It is real--from the future. As a mortal, I'll be fabulously wealthy, and I'll eventually bottle my delectable drink. So it exists somewhere in superreality--and if they have everything, they should have the cool ranch honeysuckle whatever I said." said Fake. "You're a little wise ass, but I like you." Cursive said to Fake. "For you, antimatter iced espresso." "Fine." Fake said, a bit irritated. "And I'll take a camera, too." Daptin said. "Cool your jets, tiger. I can take just so much dead-on sarcastic wit in a day." Cursive said as she got up to walk out of the room. "Food'll be here in fifteen." "Okay." Elaine said. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----