"It's not a question of right and wrong, yo; it's more confusion", I reply to Bilta, "I'm not trained to, properly, deal with this." » Y G H M®: the stories, yo
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“It’s not a question of right and wrong, yo; it’s more confusion”, I reply to Bilta, “I’m not trained to, properly, deal with this.”

“It’s not a question of right and wrong, yo; it’s more confusion”, I reply to Bilta, “I’m not trained to, properly, deal with this.”

I pause; I turn my head back to his bright.blue flip-flops.

“I, just, don’t”, I continue speaking as I lean forward and grab my coffee, “know how to fix the broken strap, yo.”

I take a sip of coffee; it’s quite delicious.

“So anyways”, I explain as I turn my head to look out the window in the cafe by the beach, “why don’t you ask digital.Bilfty2.1–he has some, like, fucking extreme intelligence, or some shit.”

“It’s like he says”, Bilfty exclaims as he leans forward in his plastic recliner.

I turn my head to him; I roll my eyes.

“So, like–no one was talking to you, directly.”

“It doesn’t matter”, Bilfty replies as he picks up his chai tea, “I am going to respond, regardless.  I have both unusual intelligence and, incredibly, poor timing.  It’s built into my digital.programming.”

I sigh; why’s this dude, velociraptor, so lame?

“So anyways”, I reply to Bilta and Bilfty as I set down my coffee, “we have a new job–I got a notice yesterday that Planet WKNS is expecting a hurricane, next month, and, we have been tasked with helping board up a small shack in the middle of town that houses several, rather, unimportant things.”

“Why do we only do things that don’t matter, yo?”, Bilta replies as he turns his head to me.

“So, like, last time, as you may remember”, I reply as I grab a biscotti from the small wooden table, “you punched Bilfty in the face, and, used several crude four letter words, Bilta.”

I shrug; you have to explain everything to him.

“And”, I continue speaking as I take a bite of the snack, “so they are not giving us real projects, at the moment–we have to keep doing these small projects to show that we are capable.  Keeping doing the little things until you are ready and tasked with more responsibilities–if you are successful on small tasks, your requests will increase to more complicated work.  Start small–where you are–and work your way up, to the top.”

“What’s at the top, yo?”

“A small weather vane with a rooster”, I reply as I shrug, “why do I have to explain everything to you, Bilta?”

“You know”, he replies as he takes a gulp of his coffee, “that it’s the other dude, velociraptor, with unusual intelligence and poor timing–I’m merely a player in this game that we call the daily grind.”

“The daily boring as fuck”, I respond as I lean back in my recliner, “so anways… you two ready to head over to the planet for this project?”

“Are we leaving now?”, Bilfty replies as he turns his head to Bilta.

“Rotary screw compressor”, Bilta yells, “that’s what it’s called.”

I roll my eyes; Bilfty sighs.

“Excuse me, yo?”, I respond as I turn my head to him, “you said something–unsually interesting compared to your normal dialogue. So.. like, what’s that, all, about, yo?”

Bilta turns his head to me.

“Huh?”, he replies as he shrugs, “I’m watching the digital.TV over there–that’s the answer to the question. It’s a digital.rotary screw compressor that powers space.vehicles–I’m a velociraptor, not a moron.”

I pause; I lean forward and pick up my coffee; I take a sip; I wonder what else he knows.

“So Bilta”, I respond as I set down my coffee, “are you, just, faking your stupidity?”

Bilta turns his head to me.

“You, just, never, really know, yo”, he replies as he turns his head back to the TV, “you have to look at, small visual and auditory, clues.”

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