Mr. Adamson 17 - Hello again Richie.
After a hard days work Mr. Adamson goes for a sit down in his private office, when his
phone rings.
"Hello who is it?" he asks as he answers the phone.
"Err hello is Nitro man there?" asks the voice on the other end.
"Oh hi Vikki I'll call him now." he pulls the phone away from his ear and shouts "Hey
Nitro man, there's someone on the phone for you" he then puts the phone by his ear and says;
"He'll be here in a minute".
"How did you know my name?" She asks Mr. Adamson. He then starts to panic.
"Erm, I erm, I either used the caller ID display feature on my phone, then looked up the number on the Internet. Or I'm secretly psychic and read your mind. Erm here's Nitro man" he says hurriedly.
"Erm hello Vikki Lee, Please ignore my co-worker, He's just a bit dumb. Anyway how are you?"
Says Mr. Adamson in his stupid Nitro man voice.
"I just lost my home and all my possessions, how the fuck do you think I feel?" was her
reply.
"That you have that burning feeling?" Mr. Adamson mutters to himself. "What I meant was, are you injured in any way? like bruises or burns." He finishes.
"No there isn't" She says proudly.
"Aww pity" Mr. Adamson says quietly.
"What did you say?" she asks.
"I said, look a poor kitty" Says Mr. Adamson thinking on his feet.
"It sounded like, aww pity." She says angrily.
"Yes that's what I said, look poor kitty." Says Mr. Adamson. Vikki Lee then tuts.
"Anyway, I was wondering, do you like, want to go for a meal or summat?" She asks.
"Sure thing, as long as there's no-one else I have to rescue today. So what time and
where?" Mr. Adamson asks.
"About 7 O'clock at der frying eel" she decides.
"See you there then. Bye" he says as he puts the phone down.
"Yeach, I hate fish, Why'd I have to agree?" he says muttering to himself.
After Mr. Adamson finishes in the office, he decides to go for a little walk. But when he gets outside, he notices that the sky is not a beautiful blue, or a nasty grey. But
instead a mysterious purple.
"Hmm, that's not right. Someone must be up to something bad." He thinks to himself. Now
instead of going for a walk, Mr. Adamson decides to go visit the old gang. Only there not
that old, well Mr. R is old but the rest aren't. After a short drive into the countryside,
Mr. Adamson pulls into the driveway of a very big house. He then gets out of the car and
walks up a very grand set of steps and goes to the door.
Mr. Adamson pushes the big button labelled BELL, and out comes the sound from a hidden
speaker of Richie singing.
"If you are a charity, then I'm going to release the hounds."
"Hey Richie, it's me, Mr. Adamson!" shouts Mr. Adamson. The doors slowly opens and a
rather tall grey haired old man with a tray in his hand is standing behind the door.
"Master is in the games room, I have just served him drinks, would you like one too?"
"No taa Jeeves, I'm okay." Mr. Adamson walks through an extremely posh house and he arrives in the games room. As Jeeves opens the door, Richie shouts at him.
"Jeeves where have you been? A hooligan could have stolen my car!" He shouts.
"I apologise master, I was inviting a guest into your home. I assure you no-one has
stolen your car." Jeeves replies.
"What makes you so sure?" asks Richie.
"The fact that I paused the game." Jeeves now walks up to a Playstation controller and picks it up.
"Where would you like to go now sir?"
"To the airport Jeeves, and step on it!"
"What game are you playing?" asks Mr. Adamson.
"GTA." replied Richie.
"You do know it kinda defeats the object of the game by getting your butler to play it
for you?"
"No, this makes it more realistic" was Richie's response.
"Whatever!" Says Mr. Adamson. "Can I use one of your computers? Mine kinda broke."
"Sure thing, but how did it break exactly?" asks Richie.
"I kinda threw it out of the window. Again."
Mr. Adamson walks to one of the other rooms in the house. This one is very big, it has 100 computers on one wall, and a large library of books filed neatly into chronological,
alphabetical by title, and by author. That's right, three copies of every book, newspaper,
and magazine ever printed. This 'Library' also has 42 full time staff, a lift, a outdoor
balcony, a monorail to get from one end to the other, a PA system, a hospital, and a
Burger King.
Mr. Adamson sits down at a computer and starts typing, when a snooty big nosed bitch comes
up to him and asks,
"Have you booked this sir?" Mr. Adamson turns round, notices that the library is empty
apart from him and the staff, and stabs the woman in the eye with a cumpas.
"Arrgh! My eye!" the woman screams and runs to the A and E in the little hospital. Mr.
Adamson continues to work on the computer. Looking for details on Agent M. However he
doesn't find anything useful.
"Time to check my emails." Announces Mr. Adamson, firing up the appropriate web page.
"Hmm, Spam, Spam, bill, Spam, Mr. R., Spam, Spam, Junk, Spam, Mailing List, Spam,
Spam, Free holiday, Spam, ebay, Spam, Spam, paypal scam, Nigerian president, Spam, Spam,
free Spam, credit card, Viagra, funny email, spam, troll, stalker, ah-ha! an email from
Richie. Oh it's just his Bi-weekly holiday snaps update."
Mr. Adamson then runs off, back to the games room.
"Richie, do you know anything about Agent M.?"
"No, have you asked Jeeves?" was Richie's response.
"How can I? you know that Google bought out all search engines right after you took
majority control of it."
"I know that, I meant have you asked Jeeves the butler?"
"No I haven't. Jeeves, do you know where Agent M. is?" asks Mr. Adamson.
"Yes sir, Agent M. is in the town centre working in the worlds number one, best selling
pizza restaurant. Pizza Champion." Mr. Adamson and Richie bow to the name of the sacred
shrine of pizza.
"Thanks Jeeves, Gotta go, see ya!" Shouts Mr. Adamson as he runs out.
"I hope he wiped his feet." Says Richie. "Cos I'm not buying another carpet, I'm not made
of money you know."