Kilroy Owns the Night: Day 8 (Quest)
I slapped the Planet Lloyd equivalent of two sawbucks on the bar as soon as I entered The Bent Antenna. The usual clientele was scattered around listening to the worst band on a planet known for shitty music. My reputation precedes me here. They know me. So, the crappy band launched into a cover of Styx’s “Mr. Roboto” that would violate the Geneva Convention. Normally, I’d have paid them to stop but I was focused on my quest. Clovis Rump took my money and eyed me suspiciously with his one good eye.
“Kilroy?” he asked. “Last time you were here you swore you’d never return until I’d perfected some Earth delicacy you called ‘potato skins.’”
“It’s all in the cheese-to-potato ratio, Clovis. But I don’t have time to get into that. I need some info.” I tapped the money on the bar to incentivize him.
“About what?” he asked.
“What do you know about some doo-hickey called The Encyclopedia of Potentially Dangerous Things?”
Clovis stood straight, a look of concern on his face. He gestured for me to wait a second as he pulled a small cardboard box from under the bar. He set the box down and swapped out his fake eye for another; something I hope I never see again.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“In order to seek, one must look,” he said. “In order to look, one must see.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“I dunno. Someone wrote it on the bathroom wall.”
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