Satiricus was on a roll. He’d just polished off a very nice meal with his wife, Caustic, at the new New Trusting Restaurant for his wife’s birthday. She was so pleased, she didn’t even protest when Satiricus said he was joining the fellas at the Back Street Bar. Thank heavens for Dim Sun and Roast Duck! Then there was the promise his leader had just made.
“You hear what Nagga Man just said, fellas?” he burst out to his friends who were just downing their first beer. “No more sleaze and maleficence!!”
“Me know wha’ sleaze,” confessed Bungi. “But wha’ a “mali-fish-sense”? Da like six sense??”
“No Bungi…Maleficence mean to do bad thing,” said Satiricus patiently. “Nagga Man emphasised he’s in charge of governance and there will be no more sleazy behaviour and people doing bad things in his government.”
“So Nagga Man is charge of governance, eh?” ask Hari said as his eyebrows arched. “So how come he was on the pharma warehouse investigating committee and Barry still collecting rent?”
“Well, he is in charge of governance, but Trotty was the Chair of the Committee, you know,” said Satiricus defensively.
“But if ‘e na want sleaze?” asked Bungi, “wha’ mek he na bring out de Code fuh control dem Minista suh dem na guh do mali-fish-sense?”
“Well, he pushing the law behind the scene,” said Satiricus. “And as soon as it’s finished, no more sleaze and maleficence!”
“But if he doesn’t have the rule in place,” pointed out Hari. “Ministers will keep on saying they didn’t know their maleficence was maleficence!”
“Yes!’ exclaimed Bungi. “After Nagga Man and Trotty seh dat Barry can keep de warehouse and still collect rent fuh store candum, look wha’ Volga do!”
“What Volga do?” asked Hari with a grin as he looked at Bungi. “Didn’t you hear that Trotty said he understand what she did because she is he friend?”
“Da soun’ like sleaze AND mali-fish-sense to me, Sato!!” said Bungi with a wider grin. “$605 million wort’ of sleaze and mali-fish-sense!’
