Friday, June 26, 2015

“There’s nothing real about being a celebrity. You should remember that.”


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Hi guys.”

“Hi,” Halley said.

“Whoa!” Ben said. “You’re …”

Jake looked up from his broom. “Mister MacPherson.”

“Kirk.” The distinguished looking man extended his hand. 

“Kirk MacPherson. Glad to meet you.”

They all shook hands.

His imposing physique was apparent through his three-piece suit.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Halley said, with a starstruck look in her eyes.

“Well … my name’s on the building.”

“Yeah,” Ben said, “his name’s right out there on the building.”

Jake shook his head.

“I meant,” she said, “being a real celebrity, and all …”

“Let me tell you something,” MacPherson said, “there’s nothing real about being a celebrity. You should remember that.”

“Yeah,” Ben said. “You guys should remember that.”
MacPherson smiled. “I’m here to look in on my partner. You seen him around?”

“Doctor Rhoads?” Jake said. “I saw him go that a-way.” He pointed at a door.

“His office is that a-way,” MacPherson said. “I might have guessed I’d find him there.” He nodded to the teenagers, and took a step toward the door.

“Um … Mister MacPherson?” Halley said. “Do you give … autographs?”

“Yes, I do. But another time, okay? We’ll be seeing each other again—I promise.”

“Okaaay,” she drawled as he removed himself, disappearing through the doorway.

“Geesh,” Ben said. “Haven’t you ever met a bigshot before? What a GIRL.”

She smirked at him. “I thought you liked that, Ben.”

“Well yeah, sometimes.”

Jake shook his head again. “I think you’re both girls.”

“Jakey,” Ben said, “cut me some slack, kid.”


“Benji,” Jake said with a grin, “I don’t think I will.”

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Thursday, June 11, 2015

"Last one there is a flying turd"


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Mister MacPherson.”

“Yeah? MacPherson, here.”

“It’s Freddie, sir.”

“I thought it was. What can I do for you, Fredrico?”

“Sir, Doctor Rhoads has signaled me that he’s in trouble.”

“Where the heck is he?”

“He had a date tonight …”

“That’s right―I remember. The cute schoolteacher. So, what―you think they’re not getting along, or something?”

“I doubt he’d need his battle chassis to resolve that kind of crisis, sir.”

“You’re probably right about that, Fred.”

“And he did call for his equipment.”

“Roger that. You got a bird in the air?”

“The drone is en route, with battle-chassis; estimated time of arrival is one minute, ten seconds.”

“Good. You know where the place is?”

“I’m transmitting the coordinates to you now, Mister MacPherson.”

“Gottem’. Okay, I’m on my way. You tell the dronethe last one there is a flying turd.”

“Yes sir … I’ll inform it.”

MacPherson opened the door of the moving limousine, and was greeted by the rush of nighttime air. He smiled as he breathed it in. “Time to get that workout in.”

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