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Copyright 1996(c)
YES, WE HAVE NO PINEAPPLES...we have no pineapples today.
A Ruby D.Begonia Pearl from the
Gimp it and veep series.
"When I'm callin youuuuu oooo-oooo-ooo-ooooo-ooo-oooo...
"Will you answer tr--"
"Uh, excuse me," said the man in the grey leather jacket who
wandered up out of the mist of cyberspace. He bumped into her. He
had to or she was fixing to sing that true line and he was afraid
his head, along with lightbulbs everywhere, would explode.
"Yes, what is it?" asked Ruby D. Begonia. "Interruptin' me
like that is the sort of thing Del would do, you know."
"That's an odd name," said the man in the grey leather jacket.
"Yeah, well, Del's an odd sort of bird," said Ruby.
"How so?" asked the man in the grey leather jacket -- if she
was talking, she wasn't singing.
"Well, stuff like she wears a hat and blames it on me."
"Why?"
"Who understands the female, eh?" asked Ruby, nudging his
shoulder and winking.
"Aren't you one of them?" asked the man in the grey leather
jacket.
"Hmmmm, maybe yes, maybe no. There's lots of debate about just
how real is cyberspace and can it goose you. I say it can, but I
live here, I should know. Anyway, I am one and I'm not one, and if
you think faith's a stumbling block to a happy union, well, that
whole race/gender thing--"
"Wait," said the man in the grey leather jacket. "I am
virtual, ergo you are virtual," he declared.
"Is that summathat 'you are because you think you are' stuff?
'Cuz you ain't, bub. Until I'm countin' your cash, I'll just boss
my own self, thank you. You can be as virtual as you want, but you
won't have near as much fun as me," Ruby said.
"This is not a matter of will, you imbecilic woman," said the
man in the grey leather jacket.
"Hold on, hoss," said Ruby, drawing hands to hips. "What did
you call me?"
"I called you am imbecile, you twit," said the man in the grey
leather jacket.
"You don't know me that good," said Ruby. "Don't mess with me,
bub. I can do stuff."
"You're full of stuff," judged the man in the grey leather
jacket. "You're no more real than the promise in a young girl's
eyes, although yours do narrow in a rather menacing manner, or
hadn't you noticed?"
"I did it on purpose. What kind of a somebody thinks he can
know what I am and what I'm not, much less of what I may be
capable?" asked Ruby.
"Bob Dole?" asked the man in the grey leather jacket.
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