Post by xombiefan on Nov 30, 2010 20:43:18 GMT -5
"I still don't understand why this couldn't wait until morning," the chief brewer grumbled as he marched down the factory's main corridor.
"I'm so sorry sir," the night technician said, trying to keep pace with his superior. "But the emergency manuals don't cover this situation."
"I personally oversaw ever single plan in that manual," the chief brewer bellowed, "they cover everything from gas leaks to radical prohibitionists to even the damn hops catching on fire."
"Yes sir," the tech replied, "now if you could just lower your voice a little, please."
"God Damn it boy!" the man hollered, "I helped build this Beer factory from the ground up and I can be as loud in here as I want. No WHAT is the god damn emergency?"
The tech was trying to keep his voice hushed with urgency as they approached the double doors that led to the main production floor. "The beer is all gone sir, Vats 32 - 19 are bone dry."
"That's impossible," the chief brewer yelled over his shoulder as he threw open the doors, "where the hell could it have all gone to?"
"We think it's in him sir," the tech said, pointing beyond, and very much above the man.
Before them, nestled in the wreckage of the brewery's main floor, was the Largest, HAIRiest, and, above all, most DRUNKEN squirrel the had ever seen.
"Dear gods," the chief brewer said, his voice finally in a whisper. "Is he asleep?"
"He drank 89 vasts of the special dark brew sir. He should be out for hours, days even. You never know with these large creatures just how their system will react."
The pudgy, little man swallowed hard, his lips suddenly dry,"You should call someone."
"I called you sir."
"No I mean a REAL someone," he hissed, "some, I don't know, army-type guy to come in here and deal with this mess."
"Forgive me sir but...do you REALLY want the army waking up a 600 ton squirrel in the middle of our factory?"
The air was broken with a horrendous snore and a rumble as the giant squirrel shifted himself in his sleep.
The chief brewer sighed, "No your right, we aught to just let him sleep it off. That way he'll cause less damage when he leaves." He smoothed his mustache in frustration, "We are going to be VERY behind on our production for the next month or so. Remind me to call the distributors when we get back to my office."
Turning, they slowly crept out, leaving the drunken behemoth to his beer-soaked dreams.
"I'm so sorry sir," the night technician said, trying to keep pace with his superior. "But the emergency manuals don't cover this situation."
"I personally oversaw ever single plan in that manual," the chief brewer bellowed, "they cover everything from gas leaks to radical prohibitionists to even the damn hops catching on fire."
"Yes sir," the tech replied, "now if you could just lower your voice a little, please."
"God Damn it boy!" the man hollered, "I helped build this Beer factory from the ground up and I can be as loud in here as I want. No WHAT is the god damn emergency?"
The tech was trying to keep his voice hushed with urgency as they approached the double doors that led to the main production floor. "The beer is all gone sir, Vats 32 - 19 are bone dry."
"That's impossible," the chief brewer yelled over his shoulder as he threw open the doors, "where the hell could it have all gone to?"
"We think it's in him sir," the tech said, pointing beyond, and very much above the man.
Before them, nestled in the wreckage of the brewery's main floor, was the Largest, HAIRiest, and, above all, most DRUNKEN squirrel the had ever seen.
"Dear gods," the chief brewer said, his voice finally in a whisper. "Is he asleep?"
"He drank 89 vasts of the special dark brew sir. He should be out for hours, days even. You never know with these large creatures just how their system will react."
The pudgy, little man swallowed hard, his lips suddenly dry,"You should call someone."
"I called you sir."
"No I mean a REAL someone," he hissed, "some, I don't know, army-type guy to come in here and deal with this mess."
"Forgive me sir but...do you REALLY want the army waking up a 600 ton squirrel in the middle of our factory?"
The air was broken with a horrendous snore and a rumble as the giant squirrel shifted himself in his sleep.
The chief brewer sighed, "No your right, we aught to just let him sleep it off. That way he'll cause less damage when he leaves." He smoothed his mustache in frustration, "We are going to be VERY behind on our production for the next month or so. Remind me to call the distributors when we get back to my office."
Turning, they slowly crept out, leaving the drunken behemoth to his beer-soaked dreams.
