Satiricus was feeling quite chipper. For too long recently, he’d been placed on the back foot by the fellas at the Back Street Bar, where he was now headed. His KFC party, being part of the Government, he’d had to defend them on one thing or another. And to make matters worse, his leaders, Nagga Man and Rum Jhaat, weren’t even uttering a squeak on these contentious issues to help him out. But here it was, Grain Ja’s Pee-an’-See appointed at GECON, Patta-son was telling it like it is!!
“You got to hand it to Patta,” Satiricus enthused as he sat down and reached for a beer, “he’s honest!”
“’Anest about wha’?” asked Bungi.
“Well, he pointed out that all the Pee Pee Cee Chairmen of GECOM after 1992 were Indian, so what’s wrong with Granger picking him, an African, as Chairman, now,” said Satiricus.
“Leh me aks you somet’ing, Sato,” said Cappo, giving Satiricus an appraising look. “Fram whe’ de Pee Pee Cee pick de Indian?”
“Why, from the list provided by the Pee-an’-See leader of course!” said Satiricus.
“Den a de Pee-an’-See pick de Indian Chairman, na?” asked Bungi with a smile.
“Well, if you put it so,” said Satiricus. “But Patta has no bitterness. He even said “Dood”, the second Chair, was his friend!!”
“Sato, right there you should know Patta is lying through his teeth!!” said Hari in his quiet but firm style.
“Lying? What do you mean?” demanded Satiricus. “That’s a serious charge!”
“My friend, any friend of Doodnauth, the second Chairman, would NEVER call him Dood?” said Hari conclusively.
“Really?” said Satiricus sceptically. “What would they call him?”
“Doods, my friend, Doods!” said Hari. “Never Dood!! Patta is claiming a friendship that never existed!!”
“Sato, lemme tell yuh somet’ing,” said Cappo slowly. “Fish and cast-net nevah ah friend!! Doods bin a wan WAPA man and Patta always bin a wan Pee-an’-See!!”
“How you know that?” demanded Satiricus.
“De fuss lis’ Hyte put up in 1995 bin gat Patta name!!” said Bungi, slapping the table.
Satiricus fell silent.
