OctoJoe

Sean and Brian are waiters at a restaurant called "Sushiville". Hopefully this means I don't need to explain what sort of cuisine they serve.

During a slow spell at Sushiville yesterday, Brian found a 1 1/2 inch piece of baby octopus tentacle. He took the cold little appendage and flung it at Sean, hitting him on the arm.

"Ewgh. Damn, Brian, that was sick."

Brian was attempting to suppress the laughter that was fighting its way out.

Sean picked up the little tentacle, found a toothpick and impaled it lengthwise. He proceeded to craft a small paper airplane and installed the tentacle-on-a-stick on the nose of the plane. The plane was launched in Brian's direction, acheiving a direct hit on the back of his neck. Sean was very pleased with the aerodynamics of the toy aircraft counterbalanced with the tiny mollusk arm.

Impressed by the success of the little plane, the guys decided to make a miniature paper man, oragami-fashion, and used the toothpick/tentacle assembly for a head. They christened him "OctoJoe". He was outfitted with a small parachute (where did they find the materials in a sushi bar?) and a brief game of Airborne Ranger ensued.

As the afternoon crowd began to descend upon the establishment, Sean and Brian abandoned their project and got back to work.


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Sean has the day off today. He is going to Are You Listening? Studios to redo some of the guitar tracks for the CD in progress.

Brian phoned Sean from work this morning with an update on OctoJoe. Sadly, the fallen hero's remains were discovered near the walk-in freezer. Little was left save for a scrap of paper and a toothpick with a shriveled tentacle.

War is hell.

current mood: amused
current music: When Johnny Comes Marching Home