Memories, all alone in the Accountanting Firm
... No, it was.
Dellua awoke, to find that everyone had gone home, and that the firm was completely and utterly deserted (except for a small but fat alien-cat in a cage, who's name happened to be Dellua). Smithson and Son's Son was a veritable ghost town (except for the fact that it was in fact not a town, but rather an accountants firm, and did not contain any ghosts, but rather accountants). HENRY was nowhere to be seen (well, except at his home. That statement simply means that he was nowhere at the accountants firm).
"Nuts,"Dellua meowed to himself, realising that HENRY had forgotten about him, "Now what can I do?"
It was then that he remembered the fact that he was miles from all of his alien technology, and his home, lost in a strange and disturbing accountants firm within a strange and disturbing town named Gore, locked in a cat-cage waiting for a man who may or may not have been allergic to cats.
It was also then that he realised the door was only locked with one of those locks you put on things like toilet doors, you know, the ones that if you are on the right side of the door you can open without using a key, but rather by sliding the bolt across to the open position. And following on from this revelation, he realised that with his superior alien-intellect, he could open the door himself.
Laughing with glee (and subsequently coughing up a hairball) Dellua reached through the bars on the cat cage, and undid the bolt, flinging the door wide open!
"Hazaa!!" he yelled in triumph, "Now I must make my way back to the little valley that Porirua lived in, and recover my secret alien technology before it falls into the wrong hands."
But, just as he stepped from the cage, Smithson's and Son's Son's fully automated Cleaning And Intruder Destroying Automaton (affectionately known as Caida, and created by the ancient cleaner, Brice, from spare parts scrounged from around the firm) entered the corridor. Noticing the small cat-like figure, its high-speed 2MB artificial intelligence came up with one word: CHEESE!
However, the word was irrelevant. It focussed in on Dellua, and moved in for the kill, all three ex-office chair wheels squeaking in protest as it hurtled towards the alien-cat.
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Dellua awoke, to find that everyone had gone home, and that the firm was completely and utterly deserted (except for a small but fat alien-cat in a cage, who's name happened to be Dellua). Smithson and Son's Son was a veritable ghost town (except for the fact that it was in fact not a town, but rather an accountants firm, and did not contain any ghosts, but rather accountants). HENRY was nowhere to be seen (well, except at his home. That statement simply means that he was nowhere at the accountants firm).
"Nuts,"Dellua meowed to himself, realising that HENRY had forgotten about him, "Now what can I do?"
It was then that he remembered the fact that he was miles from all of his alien technology, and his home, lost in a strange and disturbing accountants firm within a strange and disturbing town named Gore, locked in a cat-cage waiting for a man who may or may not have been allergic to cats.
It was also then that he realised the door was only locked with one of those locks you put on things like toilet doors, you know, the ones that if you are on the right side of the door you can open without using a key, but rather by sliding the bolt across to the open position. And following on from this revelation, he realised that with his superior alien-intellect, he could open the door himself.
Laughing with glee (and subsequently coughing up a hairball) Dellua reached through the bars on the cat cage, and undid the bolt, flinging the door wide open!
"Hazaa!!" he yelled in triumph, "Now I must make my way back to the little valley that Porirua lived in, and recover my secret alien technology before it falls into the wrong hands."
But, just as he stepped from the cage, Smithson's and Son's Son's fully automated Cleaning And Intruder Destroying Automaton (affectionately known as Caida, and created by the ancient cleaner, Brice, from spare parts scrounged from around the firm) entered the corridor. Noticing the small cat-like figure, its high-speed 2MB artificial intelligence came up with one word: CHEESE!
However, the word was irrelevant. It focussed in on Dellua, and moved in for the kill, all three ex-office chair wheels squeaking in protest as it hurtled towards the alien-cat.
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