“Give me the razor, Jim,” said Turkle, his eyes glittering coldly.
“Not until you drop that fish,” I told him, letting the strop slip from my hand. I heard it slap dully against the titanium frame. The… thing on the bench began to stir.
One chance, I thought to myself. I’ll get one chance.
“Jesus Christ, you guys! Are you fucking crazy? You’re freaking me out here,” said Cnastibon, his zoolm reddened with alarm.
Turkle barely moved. Cnastibon gurgled, then slumped to the floor, cut almost in half.
“Give me the razor, Jim.”
“Not until you drop that fish.”
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Well, with Cnastibon out of the picture, Turkle still holding the fish (did he use the fish to cut Cnastibon in half?), Jim still holding the razor, and the thing on the bench about to make its move, I’d say we’ve got ourselves a Tarantino-style Mexican standoff.
Or Arcturian standoff, as the case may be.
Because William of Occam was beardless, he used his razor pretty much every day.
When he lent it to Jim and found out that it was being used to make sushi, Bill of O got majorly pissed.
He saw how Jim sliced the gills from the bluefish, and realized that there was a huge marketing opportunity. In order to come up with a name which would appeal to women as well as men, he decided to name his new product the Gill-ette Blue Blade.
An actuarian standoff occurs when the total of premiums paid equals the payout.
My condolences to the Halibut family.
Too too terribly torn over the loss of Halibut Sr.
I’d advise engaging an Esq. One with a Cod on staff.
To stem the flow ensure there’s the LLC & again
my Condolences to the Halibut family.