“We need to discuss your last mission,” the Secretary said.
Buck grunted. “It’s all in my report.”
Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.
Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include Precinct 221: Bleaker Street and What the Heck? We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….
Today’s tale spoofs action heroes … rakish, rugged, and ridiculous.
The Secretary nodded, tapping a perfecly-manicured nail on the sheet of paper. “I see that. It says you gave him a one, a one-two, and then an imaginary pie.”
Buck thought the Secretary was far too naïve and weak for her post. She belonged at home. His home. Under his desk. Of course he couldn’t say that, so he shook his head. “Not an imaginary pie. A one, a one-two, and then the imaginary number and pi, three-point-one-four–”
“–one-five-nine, et cetera,” the Secretary said. “So what is this … imaginary pi?”
“It’s the deadliest move in the martial arts,” Buck said, “taught only by the Dahli Lama to Buddhist ninjas who have reached the ninth level of enlightenment.”
The Secretary arched a brow. “You’re not Buddhist, or a ninja.”
Buck shrugged. “I found it on YouTube.”
“You beat him almost to death,” the Secretary said.
“Yeah, that was a mistake,” Buck admitted. “The imaginary-pi move is supposed to be a hundred percent fatal. My cellphone signal cut out while I was watching the YouTube.”
The Secretary sighed. “Buck, this is the Department of the Interior. Your mission was to pick up lunch at the hot dog stand.”
Like he thought, too naïve and weak for her post. “The guy made a move. I had no choice.”
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