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- [ Kraykkono Inn ] [ By The GNN ]
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- "KRAYKKONO INN"
- by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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- According to the fax we received, Mr. Maynard fancied fast cars, women and
- exotic food. We could not pick him up in a fast car, nor could we arrange
- any women for his pleasure. So I had to take him to the most exotic
- restaurant in this city, which would mean that I was forced to eat at the
- Kraykkono Inn. That place gave me the creeps. But since Mr. Maynard was a
- very important customer I had to put my personal considerations away for
- a few moments.
- I did, however, try to convince my boss that I was not the right person
- to take care of Mr. Maynard, due to the fact that I would be unable to
- concentrate on the contract if I had to be at the Kraykkono Inn. But he
- pretended that he did not hear me. Instead, he just gave me the keys to the
- company car and told me to pick up Mr. Maynard at the airport.
- Mr. Maynard was a man of few words. When I explained that I would take
- him to the exotic new place in town, he just nodded and said that it sounded
- like a good idea. While driving to Kraykkono, my mind kept telling me to
- come up with some kind of excuse for not going there. The food there would
- make me throw up, I was pretty sure of that. I have never had any big
- thoughts about refugees whom come to our country to steal our money; and now
- they had also opened restaurants everywhere. I could not believe how normal
- people managed to shuffle their lousy food down the wind pipe.
- The restaurant was crowded, believe it or not. We were shown to a table
- by some weird member of the staff. Of course, it was hard to understand what
- he said. I did my best to look satisfied with the dirty table. You never
- know, Mr. Maynard might had been one of those stupid people who actually
- fancied refugees - which meant that he might be annoyed if I complained. I
- am not a racist, I do not think we are some supreme race. I just do not like
- other races, what is wrong with that? They may do whatever they feel for. As
- long as they do not bother me. But the people at the Kraykono Inn really
- bothered me.
- We spoke about the deal for a few minutes. Mr. Maynard was not fully
- satisfied with some part of the contract. I did not actually know what part
- he referred to, since my mind was occupied with thoughts concerning the
- hellish food at this restaurant. My thoughts transformed into a living
- nightmare when I saw the waiter approach our table. Slowly, he walked
- towards us with an evil grin all over his dark face.
- "Wilcome to the Kraykkono Inn, gentemen. Wat would ye gentemen like
- tu eat," he asked.
- Mr. Maynard ordered something from the menu. I decided to simply order
- the same food since I could not force myself to think clearly right now.
- "Oh," said Mr. Maynard. "I see that you enjoy Bloody Bowels too?"
- "Yes," I lied. (Bloody Bowels?)
- Mr. Maynard returned to the discussion concerning the contract. I did
- not hear a word he said.
- A couple of minutes later, the waiter came back and placed two empty
- glasses on our table. Then he puked into both of them, coughed, and went back
- to the kitchen. I closed my eyes. When I looked again, I saw Mr. Maynard
- slowly gulp down the vomits of the waiter. Sweat began to emerge on my
- forehead.
- "Mmm, I love this," he said. "Very tasty."
- "Really?"
- I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I had to splash some cold
- water over my face. It did not help very much, since the walls in the dirty
- bathroom were covered with posters of the staff of the Kraykkono Inn. I
- just had to look at them to feel bad again.
- When I came back, Mr Maynard was busy cutting the head off a child.
- I sat down and stared at the corpse. Its eyes stared at me. Nausea
- overwhelmed me. I reached for a napkin and accidentally touched the hand of
- the dead child. A green fluid spurted from one of the fingers. I gasped in
- horror.
- Mr. Maynard laughed. "Nothing to worry about. It's just some kind of
- defense mechanism. I know it is dead, I killed it myself on this table."
- He placed the head in a special bucket by the table.
- "The waiter said that he thought he recognized you as a regular visitor,
- so he gave us the finest child available: his own son! His wife got it this
- morning! Isn't that nice?"
- Mr. Maynard cut open the stomach. He put his nose above the cut and
- sniffed. "Fresh." Then he began to fish up the red bowels.
- "May I serve you?" he asked.
- I cannot remember much of what happened next. I know I ate the bowels,
- and I believe that I also drank a few ounces vomits. When my senses
- returned, I saw Mr. Maynard pat himself on the belly.
- "Wonderful," he said. "This is what I call a fine meal."
- I nodded. Mr. Maynard suggested that we should cut off one of the three
- feet and have for dessert, but I kindly denied his proposal. Mr. Maynard
- decided to try the undeveloped sexual organ. Afterwards, he said that it
- tasted like crayfish.
- We talked about the contract for a while. Mr. Maynard had changed his
- mind. He did not want to change anything in the contract. In fact, he found
- the deal to be very satisfying. He also added that he would call my boss
- and ask him to take care of such a good salesman as me. When we had left
- the Kraykono Inn, he asked if I wanted to have a drink with him at the
- nearest bar. I said yes. Some alcohol, produced on planet Earth for a
- change, would be just fine.
- I had saved the deal, so the day was not that bad after all. But I
- swear, if Mr. Maynard had suggested that we should try some drink that those
- damn refugees from the inner domains of Mars had put together, I would have
- killed him on the spot. I have had enough of extra-terrestial cultures.
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