Closing Time

Larry
The tall, pale man with the severe haircut approached Sam. There was no quarter given. The man babbled obscenities -- or what sounded like obsceneties-- at Sam, who only lowered his head, thinking of what it would be like if the man spoke english. The torrent of words and phrases that at one point, perhaps in an English Grammar Book for ESL , had made sense. Had made a futile, uselss sort of
Larry
sense.
Larry
Larry saw his MSN blinking. He would not be pulled in. Using his good work pr0n to diffuse a kafkaesque situation was not worth it. He pretended to do some code commenting
Sam
hahahaha
Larry
The clock moved at a glacial pace. At some points standing still. A european man, several desks back, watched the entire situation unfold slowly. "Subject thinking about leaving early", he wrote.
Sam
this new book you're writing it sounds familiar
Larry
Time was their enemy. And their most desperate saviour. If it moved quick enough, they could both escape the note taking man, and the severe gentleman. If it didn't move fast enough, the situation could only get worse.
Larry
Larry urged Sam to check if the notetaking man had left yet. But he knew in the most primitive parts of his soul that the man had not left. The boring eyes left their mark and retreadi their unwavering path on the back of Larry's skull.
The clock ticked. One minute had passed.
Larry
i guess i'll blog this
Sam
Sam confirmed Larry's worst fears. The notetaking man, sat steely eyed at his desk, his pencil poised. At that moment they both heard plodding steps approaching. It could be only one person, Fortressant was approaching