2- So it begins…
Seymour looked menacingly over the table at the young man. He had grown over the last nine years… now he would see what he was made of…
Lommi too stared. Seymour's hair had got shorter.
"So, Lombardi, I hear you are quite the little explorer-"
"Don't stall, Saimouri. I'm here to eat, not hear my own life story."
Seymour looked down at the mangos- one hundred red and one hundred green. He gulped slowly… only an hour ago he'd devoured a whole plate of asparagus…
"What's the matter, Saimouri?" hissed Lommi, putting his feet up on the table. "Chickening out like last time?"
"I DID NOT chicken out! My best friend died!"
"Yeah, whatever!"
"Lombardi!"
"*coughcough* EXCUSE *cough*"
Seymour pouted and sunk back into his chair. "You know the rules?"
Lommi laughed. "Of course! I eat green, you eat red. Whoever wins takes the mixed ones. Right?"
"Right."
Lommi leaned in and stared him straight in the eyes. "Then… Begin!"
Seymour lunged at the first mango, chomping it enthusiastically, the juice running down his chin. He grunted with pleasure and the soft, sweet fruit gradually disappeared. He smirked and picked up the next fruit. He was sure to win.
Foolish Saimouri thought Lommi, slicing his mango in half and biting gently into it. You think that by eating quickly you will win this race? I have practised with master mango-eaters for many years now… I have learnt their secrets, scoffed fruit till I turned green… all for this moment. Ever heard of the tortoise and the hare? Slow and strady, that's the way to avoid indigestion. BWAHAHAHAHAAA! Seymour Guado, victory shall be mine!
Trommell stood outside the door, peering through a small gap. How was it that even through death, pain, suffering and the Glories being thrashed by the Psyches (SOOOO unfair!) they still rose to this stupid little challenge? He would never know…
Slowly he got up and walked away from the table, hearing a huge burp as he walked away. Most un-Guadan. Must have been the human blood in him.
"I will beat you, tiny foolish scar-face!"
"NEVER, you half bred pale-face!"
Trommell shook his head and exited quickly. Someone else would have do dal with the mess of this one…
STAY TUNED FOR MORE BLOATERISH BEHAVIOUR!
