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fandomtownies2009-03-23 01:17 pm
shiniernyours.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2009-03-23 01:17 pm
The Gig, Monday
Bender had a tape measure and scales. Also, a fishing weight and a guide to Chinese opera; these were less relevent to the task at hand.
"About 2 by 1.8 metres," he told the cell phone propped up against where his ear wasn't. Bender nudged the horse next to him. "Weight?" He pushed again. No movement towards the scale. "I'll get back to you on that."
"What? No," Bender sounded offensively honest. "I wouldn't try to sell you..." A background snicker. "No. That ain't a horse. Would Honest-as-the-day-is-long Bender try to sell you horsemeat?"
The high pitched voice on the other end of the linehad met Bender before didn't believe him. Vocally and loudly, with quite an impressive vocabulary, before he slammed shut the phone, sullenly muttering about ungrateful equines.
[And open!]
"About 2 by 1.8 metres," he told the cell phone propped up against where his ear wasn't. Bender nudged the horse next to him. "Weight?" He pushed again. No movement towards the scale. "I'll get back to you on that."
"What? No," Bender sounded offensively honest. "I wouldn't try to sell you..." A background snicker. "No. That ain't a horse. Would Honest-as-the-day-is-long Bender try to sell you horsemeat?"
The high pitched voice on the other end of the line
[And open!]