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Evoke a Setting – Malthus

June 16th, 2005

(An Odyssey Journal)

Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak…

“Morning, Delerius.”

“Morning, Malthus.”

“Feeling well, I hope.”

“Rather down, I’m afraid.”

“Anything I can help with? Something on your conscience?”

“Afraid not, Malthus. Thanks, though! Cheers!”

“Well, never fear. Things always look up.” Malthus grunted. “Do me a favor, Delerius?”

“Anything, Malthus.”

“Scratch the spot just under my nose? This new hood itches.”

Delerius shrugged. “Would if I could. Honestly.”

“Oh,” said Malthus. “Of course.”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” screamed Delerius.

“Sorry!” said Malthus.

“No…trouble,” said Delerius.

“Will there be anything else?”

“Think…that’s up…to you…Malthus.”

“Er…quite right. No, I believe I’m satisfied.”

Delerius gasped.

Malthus scratched underneath his nose. “Ahh, that’s much better!”

“See you tomorrow, then!”

“Looking forward to it!”

Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak…

“Morning, Abjectus!”


“Damn it!” Malthus pulled off his hood and snarled. “You’ll regret that, Abjectus.”


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