Chapter Eleven: Nobody Knows My Sorrows
"Tell me again what your issue is," Tom says, trying to keep things calm. "I don't quite understand what you're trying to get through to me."
The client was fuming; his face red and his words coming out as grunts and spit. "Ugha flaga baga SHIZUO HEIWAJIMA rowu allkes!" It finally became clear to Tom what the problem with this man was.
"Did Shizuo throw something at you?" The man's eyes grew wide and he nodded wildy. Tom sighed; that explained most everything. From the huge bruise on his face that was imparing him from speaking to the fact that his leg was in a cast. "And now you're angry and want to not pay the money that you owe me because of your exuberant hospital bills?"
The man pointed a finger at Tom. "Ughash flarge malacatoosa!"
Tom raised an eyebrow. "I didn't quite catch that," He said, crossing his arms in front of his chest and shifting his weight to his other foot. "But I think that you may want to-"
"UGHASH FLARGE MALACATOOSA!" The man yelled, flailing his arms wildly.
Tom sighed. "Sir, you're making no sense and, quite frankly, you've been grating on my nerves for the past ten minutes. Could you please leave me alone and not come back until you're ready to pay off-"
"UGHASH-"
The man would never finish that sentence of gibberish.
From across the street came a vending machine, a snack one, not a drink one, and it hit the man squarely on the back of his head. If he survived that, he probably would be out of service for a long, long time.
"Shizuo, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth," Tom says, shaking his head. Shizuo shrugs. "But come on, I've got places to be. The police can clean up that one for us, I think."
Shizuo shrugs again and the two of them walk from the scene, Tom singing softly under his breath.
Nobody knows the troubles I've seen. Nobody knows my sorrows.
Fin