3.a.v
The tech boy
wearing the blazer with the elbow pads held his hand up for silence. The standard issue tech boys ceased their
whooping celebrations and looked to their leader with jubilant faces.
“We’ve come
through hell,” said blazered tech boy and a chorus of cheers exploded from the
standard techs. When the commotion
settled he continued.
“Never have we
faced such a beast as we encountered today.”
More
cheers. This time, blazered tech boy
raised his voice to speak over the uproar.
“And never has one of our own confronted such an adversary. Met it… and triumphed!”
The cheers
were deafening. Standard techs popped
cans of soda and dumped them over each other’s heads, slamming the empty cans
against the walls and the floors of the break room space.
Blazered tech
held his hand aloft and silence, again, gripped the room. He paused for a long moment and then jerked a
pair of black slacks over his head like a barbarian warrior hefting an enemy’s
head over a crowd of blood thirsty followers.
The techs
screamed and yelled and even managed to break a chair or two.
“Bring forth
the conquering hero!” blazered tech boy called out.
A gap split
the crowd of frenzied techs and shorty shorts tech boy was brought forward,
held aloft by two standard techs. They
set him at the feet of the blazered tech boy who lowered the slacks until they
almost touched shorty shorts’s forehead.
The cheers
were like thunder.
