Monday, January 23, 2012

La Maison Impossible

(Partie 4, Protocole Fantôme)

"Ahem, sorry. Actually going to be a party for six, actually," he said. There was the sound of velvet rustling in the background, and he coughed again. "Ahem, hem. Sorry again. Looks like it could be twelve."

"Pour douze!"

Then there was a lot of shouting into the phone and a struggle to take control of the receiver. Shortly thereafter, he returned, and breathed heavily: "Party for these all these haughty pricks now. Looks like we'll need room for the whole damn team." Then he put down the phone.

Back at the maison, they were scrambling "Dix-huit, imbeciles, dix-huit!"

"Pourquoi sont-ils faire la fête, monsieur?" asked one of the young children.

The chef took the child and put it in the oven.

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