Quote:robkelk wrote:
Quote:Well, obviously he's going to open the crate...
The twins then bowed to me, and thanked me effusively. "High
praise indeed," Thing One said, wiping away an imaginary tear.
"But enough of us, it's time to open that wonderful box."
I glanced sidelong at him. "For all you know, it could hold
nothing but my dirty laundry." The two of them just did a
synchronized eye roll and hung elaborate and complementary
"Please, kind sir, I was *not* born yesterday" expressions on
their faces.
Laughing, I turned back to the crate and decided to make a show
of opening it. I carefully and obviously touched the four points
(unmarked, of course) on the lid that needed to sense my magical
signature. Then I laid my hand over the spot where a latch would
be if the crate were a steamer trunk, and recited the passphrase
("I wasn't built for comfort, I was built for speed") that would
complete the unlocking.
Then I dramatically flung the top back and over to bang on the
far side of the crate, then dropped the side to reveal my beloved
motorcycle, all two and a half shiny black-and-chrome meters of
it.
This isn't a spoiler because the reader already knows what's in the crate. In fact, I think the loading and shipping of the crate is mentioned in one of the other teasers...
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.