11-27-2006, 01:35 AM
While there is some shuffling as to who should take the floor next, loud, quarreling voices can be heard from the corridor.
"No, you can't go in there now! The summit's already in progress"
"Oh, we will go in there! What would it look like if we wouldn't be there? Now, out of our way, you three-legged, five-wingged son of a ... !"
"Now, watch your language! And please, you had enough time to actually announce your delegation's presence beforehand!"
"Nonsense! There was absolutely no notice on anything anywhere!"
"But...!"
"No if! Now, get away, before I take this - " a swooshing sound was to be heard "and ... " A description of various nasty thing to be done with said "thing" followed, which are non-repeatable here.
"Oh, have it your way!"
A knock was heard on the door. Creakingly, it was opened, and a small group of three women and four men entered. The only one anybody recognized was Aimala Boulea, in her function Prime Minister of Baranxtu, currently in a disshevelled and obviously hurried state.
"Er... hello there... sorry for the interruption... but we kind of, er, missed that this was already taking place... and we wanted to ask if we could still chime in?
I mean, we can obviously take a plane back home... but if you don't mind...
I'm here to represent Baranxtu, the woman on the left of me is the Artamea Nibana, PM and Governor General of Otea, the one on the right is Mari-Kl?re Laporj??, Governor General of Cikoutimi.
Those...," At this point, she indicated the men, "are .
So, can we stay?"
"No, you can't go in there now! The summit's already in progress"
"Oh, we will go in there! What would it look like if we wouldn't be there? Now, out of our way, you three-legged, five-wingged son of a ... !"
"Now, watch your language! And please, you had enough time to actually announce your delegation's presence beforehand!"
"Nonsense! There was absolutely no notice on anything anywhere!"
"But...!"
"No if! Now, get away, before I take this - " a swooshing sound was to be heard "and ... " A description of various nasty thing to be done with said "thing" followed, which are non-repeatable here.
"Oh, have it your way!"
A knock was heard on the door. Creakingly, it was opened, and a small group of three women and four men entered. The only one anybody recognized was Aimala Boulea, in her function Prime Minister of Baranxtu, currently in a disshevelled and obviously hurried state.
"Er... hello there... sorry for the interruption... but we kind of, er, missed that this was already taking place... and we wanted to ask if we could still chime in?
I mean, we can obviously take a plane back home... but if you don't mind...
I'm here to represent Baranxtu, the woman on the left of me is the Artamea Nibana, PM and Governor General of Otea, the one on the right is Mari-Kl?re Laporj??, Governor General of Cikoutimi.
Those...," At this point, she indicated the men, "are .
So, can we stay?"