Thursday's

Once upon a ti-

"Oh, come on!"

"WHAT?"

"Can't you be more orriginal - eh - original?"

"OKAY." It was the best of times. It was the worst of ti-

"Oh, like no one's going to recognize that. And I'm pretty sure that he put that all in one sentence."

"FINE." William Stervich was not happy.

"What?"

"WELL YOU'RE NOT, RIGHT?"

"Well, no, but-"

William Stervich was not happy. He paced across the floor of the room, muttering from time to time-

"Oh come, on!"

-muttering from time to time, and once or twice swearing aloud so that the ladies in the far corner pursed their lips. His companion sat silently. Smugly, William thought. "I don't see that you have a choice, Mr Stervich," the man said quietly.

William did not know the man's name, and if anything that made him angrier. He turned to face the man. As it usually did, his gaze fell upon the man's empty eye socket. "All right, One Eye. What are the details."

One Eye beckoned him over to the table. "Sit, and I will tell you."

William sat, and One Eye told.