Geronimo Gerakidawn was the most feared and revered bounty hunter in the seven systems.
He began most interactions by whipping out a concealed blaster and ended said interactions with two blasts from aforementioned blasting-object.
In fact, all of Geronimo’s interactions ended with either bloodshed or a granted reward; after years of hunting, Geronimo had become immensly lonely.
“HeyHow’reYouDoin'?” He mumbled one day, while leveling a turbo-shot-moltbullet-launcher at a lowlife’s head.
“What?”
“JustTryin'Smalltalk,Y’know.” He shrugged.
“I’d do better if you’d point that gun somewhere-”
Two blasts. Thud.
“Moltbullet-launcher.” Gerakidawn mumbled again, reloading the weapon. “ButNiceTalkin'toYou.”
[Behold. The kind of nonsense I write when I am really really REALLY tired.]
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I wouldn't call it 'nonsense' but it is definitely out of the ordinary (even for you keeper) thought by no means unpleasant to read.
ReplyDeleteI think that there are two halves here, each of which belong to a different story. I would not see (personally) small-talk as a cure for loneliness. You might use some sort of social context instead and not a 'work' context. I would see small-talk as a cure for someone who had forgotten how to speak to people (which is similar but not quite the same).
Now, this comment might just be nonsense since I have no idea if anyone will be able to understand it but I gave it a whack and here it is.