Chapter 9: 'I'd like to sing a song'
"Roourh Mabam"
"Yuuor tyll"
"seema kaplow"
"Chomp chomp chomp"
The two hair demons laughed to themselves.
After they'd killed the Humans, they'd climbed into the strange contraption that Man called a 'Chee-nook' and pressed every single button there was. It was absolutely fascinating, but they were also very lucky that Officer Tomlinson had taken the keys out the ignition; otherwise they'd have been 10,000 feet up by now, deploying ladders, safety nets, and playing Linkin Park at full volume through the inbuilt stereo system.
The demons laughed again.
"Argh la min. Munch munch munch" The demon that the General had been temporarily named 'A' stood up and pulled his head hair into spikes, looked broody, and then bared his yellow teeth. Demon B (the one in the suit) rolled his eyes in his big shaggy demon head, then barked:
"Angel: The series!"
"Yuo"
If you haven't already guessed, they were playing charades.
Unlike what Lieutenant Kash had believed, these weren't lawyer demons, merely accountants (though some might say that didn't make them any less scary). They'd been ordered to steal the Chinook by their boss, as part of their company's 'big evil scheme© 2003'. This they'd done efficiently, tidily and had got a souvenir foot as a bonus (it had pride of place on the dashboard, though I don't think Lieutenant Kash considered it much of an ornament, and would rather it was attached to the bottom of his leg). Now there was nothing else to do until they received word from their boss, but wait.
Elsewhere, around the globe, others of their kind were doing their bit for the scheme. A's cousin was currently raiding the biggest cheese factory in Sweden, an assignment A greatly wished he had been given. It showed a great deal of faith when the Boss saw you fit to handle the cheese.
One day, A thought (in his own language), I too will be assigned to the Cheese. He looked wistful, not that you could actually see it because his head was like a mop, but the emotion was there.
Now Demon B stood up and made a fist with his big hairy hands. Then he dived bombed the fist towards the floor, making a 'Bzzz' noise with his tongue, before making it all explode (not literally. These are demons, not mad men). Demon A guffawed.
"Firefly! Arck mack!" He shouted. The two laughed rowdily together.
At the moment Charades was their favourite game, indeed they'd been playing it for the last three hours. Unfortunately, that was just because Demon B had forgotten the pack of cards, and Demon A had left the travel version of 'Guess Who?' on the train. In reality, they weren't having much fun at all.
But it passed the time. Which is good when you consider in some places time wasn't passing at all.