Monday, March 17, 2008

Bagman stops growling

Butler, back from the Blogspot sticks his head into Bagman’s study despite the risk of having it chewed off, but Bagman just stares back. “I went to the party without you,” he says. “And why do I care about this?” Bagman growls. “Because they are all coming back! The Rug is not dead despite what you have convinced yourself.” “I don’t have time for this crap anymore,” Bagman growls. “You need to find another word for “growls”,” articulates Butler. “I don’t need to do anything,” Bagman insistently continues to growl. Butler stamps his foot like a small child. “You’ve become a real pain in the ass and I think it’s because you’re not getting enough sex anymore. And there’s even this new Sophie lady who claims she takes requests! Right up your alley! Come on, Bagman! Live a little! I’m a neophyte at this. Loosen your pants! It’s not all about Kierkegaard! They even have a beach!” “Not interested,” snarled Bagman, shifting behind his desk. Butler noticed the way Bagman was shifting behind his desk. He’d watched Bagman long enough to know what that meant. “You can’t fool me,” he said. “You say you aren’t interested but you’ve got an erection, don’t you?” “Shut the door on your way out,” barked Bagman. Dejected, Butler backed out and closed the door, reminding himself that Bagman had at least stopped growling.

1 comment:

susannah eanes said...

i'm thinking bagman needs to be tickled under the chin.