The conspiracy twins showed up at the pub the following evening at 8:00 pm. when the kitchen closed. (In cased you missed the previous installment).
“Gentleman you have returned,” said the bartender.
Mr Panama and The Bearded one both did a faux look around.
“Oh, you’re talking about us,” uttered the bearded one.
“Yes. I guess I won’t insult you with the gentlemen label again.”
“Good , because we’re not used to it and it’s an insult to gentlemen,” replied the men in unison.
“So what brings you guys back.”
“Well we…” “Sorry folks I am just not into writing about conspiracy game(s) at this time.”
“Who’s that?” asked the conspiracy twins.
“That is the author of this blog,” replied The Bartender.
“What’s the problem, ” asked the bartender.
“I never thought that people would believe the conspiracy crap I’m shoveling.”
“Are they,” asked The Bartender.
“Not that I know of but it won’t be long before they do. The whole pandemic thing created a lot of bored people starving for entertainment “
“What about you,” asked The Bartender.
“I’ve got other things to write about”
“What if you created an inane end game,” asked The Bearded One.”
“I thought about that. But that is kind of like the game telephone. Once it has gone around the world there is no telling what goal it’s morphed into. It could have gone from the innocent “Get a dog” to “get an angry sea bass with lasers., replied the author.”
“Nice Austin Powers reference,” said The Bearded One.
“Thanks I try.“
“Suck-up, “replied Mr.Panama.
“Don’t worry. I’ll find something for you to do.”
“Something with the “conpiracy twins” moniker, hopefully ? “
” I’ll keep it in mind.“
Stay tuned for further developments in the sad lives of our main characters.“
“You’re being kind of harsh with the judgement there.”
“Sorry , I’ll tone it down in the future.”
“Thanks, appreciate it.”
