O l i v e r B e n j a m i n
challenge you to a duel.
Twenty paces!
”
“Come on, lighten up little man,” said Moses. “We don’t want to
fight with you. We can use your help, after all.”
Despite the aspersions cast upon his Muchosuit, he was after all,
fundamentally, a hero at heart. He could never refuse someone in
need. Plus, he had nothing to duel with now that his telescoping
fencing sword was abandoned to the ether.
“Very well. I accept your apology,” said Muchoman dryly, “How
may I assist you?”
“Well, next week, we are all supposed to appear on a slew of
television talk shows, and we need you to help us do research,”
Gautama declared. “We figured a man of your talents could be of
immeasurable value to us.”
Charmed by this show of respect, Muchoman sat down with
them and shared a cup of tea. Maybe these guys weren’t so bad after
all. They apparently knew genius when they saw it.
“I would be honored to help you. What do you need me to do? I
have many talents.” said Muchoman grandly.
“We need you to show us how to work a VCR.”
“That is indeed one of my talents.”
“Wonderful! We must begin immediately.”
“No problem. But perhaps you could give me something to wear
before we go back in public. My tremendous physique has been found
to needlessly overwhelm people. I prefer to be modest as always.”
“No problem. Sandals and a sheet O.K.?” offered Krishna, who,
having had many girlfriends, had impeccable taste in sandals and
sheets.
Muchoman agreed. Strangely, wearing the new god-clothes
seemed rather appropriate to him. If clothes made the man, he
thought, perhaps one could say the same thing about the gods. No
one would ever take seriously a messiah in Bermuda shorts, it is true.
But in this day and age, Jesus wouldn’t wear a toga either. As the
world would soon see, there was at least one television executive who
felt that today’s prophets should be presented wearing the finest in
Italian suits. One could say of that man that he wanted to make the
gods in his own image. But that would be blasphemy. And it would
also be wrong, for the executive who made that and many other
fundamental decisions about Armageddon turned out to be Bob.
111
 |
 |
 |
 |