Rhapsodies

All in all the rest of the night had gone well. Even though it had been hard for Mr. Zhu to concentrate squeezed between Mr. Ying, Ms. Wren, and four bull creatures. He was reminded of that movie he saw years ago when he was on vacation in an alternate universe. It had a scene with four people stuck in a trash compactor. The difference being there was no way for Mr. Zhu to call a couple of robots for help. At first, he was able to ignore the crushing pressure, but more people kept coming in and quite a few of them had sat down at their booth. First, it had been the mysterious creepy thing from accounting, and then a couple of shrieking banshees from the Department of Maternal guilt. Mr. Zhu stopped wondering how many of these things he knew or had anything to do with the Circle Band after a heavenly host with three days leave came into the bar and started playing Gregorian chants on the jukebox.

For the most part, the conversation had been pleasant, though for all his best efforts he couldn’t get Mr. Large Hideous Bull Creature to say anything more about the study he and Mr. Fluffybear had researched after Ms. Intimidating Cow Monster had put her foot down. Even after his third beer, he wondered if Mr. Lo had a bigger plan and what they were supposed to do once they found out what it was.