Elizabeth gasped again and kicked Snoggie as she swung her legs. "But you said you were born in 1792. That would make you..." she started counting on her fingers "negative 100 years old!"
"Well yes," Gornibas smirked with sarcasm, "if you were using the gregorian calender. But the enlightment calender is so much more logical. Each year is divided into the cube root of the inverse of logx/1.2.2..yz months."
"Oh. I see. Um. So how old are you?" Elizabeth began to look around for an escape route. Snoogle got up and bounded over to Elizabeth full of energy. She kicked him again by accident, and he soared across the carriage.
"28 years old as of this upcoming Sunday. You know, we shall be having quite a celebration as it is the occasion of my birthday and of the arrival of my brother Ahab's bride from the Ukraine. I would be quite honored and delighted if you should join me."
"Why, I guess I will." Her wariness of Gornibas' insane Enlightenment logic faded away as she gave in to his antiquated charm, created from a mixture of bad acting and a "proper" british accent.
The carriage stopped again.
"Well," smiled Gornibas pleasantly, "I guess my horses have asphyxiated again, or we have already arrived at my abode. Either way my driver shall be sent to the stocks." The driver hurried around the carriage and opened the door. Snlogglie got up again and limped over towards Elizabeth, a look of pain and questioning in his eyes. Elizabeth kicked him again. He flew out of the carriage and into a hungry peasant's hands. He was quickly made into a pie.
Gornibas extended a hand towards Elizabeth. "Would you care to see the estate?"
But Elizabeth didn't get up or even reply. Instead she was looking at Gornibas' hand. She had seen that ring on his hand before. It looked exactly the same as the one on her missing finger...........oohhh ooohh oooo [Gothic Soap Opera Theme Song] we-oh wee-oh-oh we-oh.....
(OP: Nate, March 15 2007)
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