The End Of The Four Deceivers

Four men, all strangers sat and drank hot cider near a river's bank. There was, in leather, with goatee a skinny lad called H I V. Right next sat, in gray naugahide Sir Benji Silicofluoride. While munching on a casserole, a fatso named Cholesterol was now engaged in dialogue with what appeared to be a rogue the name tag read Miss C O Two her overalls smelled of old pooh. The chef of the establishment was soon in a predicament, it seemed that they were in a battle Miss C O Two was shouting 'cattle', and then proceeded to explain how gods had fought so long in vain, these creatures burped and fouled the air pretended to be unaware that all around the heat was on. And some maintained it was a con, the earth, she said would get so hot that cities, towns and lakes would not survive to shelter and support...... Life here on earth would be cut short. 'I beg your pardon, I am Ben a quintessential halogen, solutions will not come by chance one needs to carry out smart plans, if all the folks would just ingest the toxic substance I suggest we'd be immune to cavities and ticks, malaria and fleas.' 'Yes', said Miss C O Two, 'that's right I well remember the big fight, the people did not warm to it, the greenies called it deadly shit but through the grace of politicians we, in the end, made smart decisions. Uranium is a friend of mine it ages slower than good wine.' The fellow who was quite obese now spoke, 'my colleagues, if you please I am, as some of you may know the stuff that likes to stick and grow inside the bloody arteries like old and rotten Gouda cheese.' They paused to guzzle some more cider when, from the table top a spider climbed up and hung from the goatee of gloomy Mr. H I V. As soon as HIV detected he coughed and spat, had him infected, the spider shrivelled and then fell was whisked away straight into Hell. The owner of the Country Inn had taken off his face the grin that had appeared due to the money that always came when it was sunny. These guests though, pardon please my French, had brought along a certain stench. And missing were the usual smiles of folks devoid of painful piles. The man had listened to their words at first assumed that they were nerds, who had, to lift their stoic moods come here to eat some country foods. He ventured over to the table where Ben was telling a new fable 'and how, if I may ask of you was food and service and the brew, the latter is my own creation, deserving of a small ovation I say, with tongue in toothless cheek though I am open to critique.' A cloud descended right this minute and all of them were trapped within it, it was the Devil, it was clear and chef and owner froze in fear. The four who had been wining, dining looked up and saw the jetblack lining now oozing from a lifeless sky. The Devil whispered 'time to die.' And, on command, Miss C O Two addressed the rest of this mad crew, she waited patiently until Sir Ben was ready for the kill. By now the fatso wasn't able he'd fallen down beneath the table so it was up to H I V, the Devil's clever appointee, to snuff the life of all for good they all accepted that he could. Out of the inn one of the maids, who had been rumoured to have Aids, approached the gang and waved a hand: 'I am the Power, I demand that all of you who are deceivers go scramble to the creek where beavers will skin you and prepare your flesh for spawning salmon, they like fresh and slightly off and smelly feed it is the end for you, indeed.' The Devil's face was white like chalk, he could not bring himself to talk. But in the presence of this mother he'd flee and find himself another, more easygoing target soon. He grabbed his fossil-tarred harpoon and kicked his hoof, then up he was accompanied by slight applause. Now Mother Nature's Adelaide commenced her task and quickly made short shrift of all the crooked trash, Miss C O Two predicted ash to be the end of Mother Earth, though it was clear that a new birth had happened and arisen here which would eliminate all fear and special interests who would prey upon the souls they could betray. No stones were ever placed to show that four small devils did forego the right to live due to the fact that there was something that they lacked.