Seagal The Beagle
By: Isabella Bautista
Mr. Bakin who visibly pondering Seagals question, replies, “Yea I got some parents but they disappeared on me a few days back without tellin' me. They musta' went on a vacation to Cancun they've been talking about for a while" Bakin explains.
The answer raises Seagal's suspicions even more so he continues to ask more questions in hopes of gathering more information to report to police. "And that butchers knife you've got there, it looks very dull, like you've been using it a lot." "Yea, ya' bet I use this thing every day. Its my therapy. I practice with it every single day to cut my A-grade ingredients. Ya' wanna see?" Seagal is now panicking and quickly refuses the offer. "Ya' know you're a weird fella' ya' know that? But I like ya' and for that I'll give ya' an order of my prime sausages on the house." Bakin sets a plate of sausages in front of Seagal. |
Seagal stares blindly into the plate, as if he's seen a ghost.
"Ya' are gonna eat it won't ya'?" Bakin heavily insists. "Won't ya'?". Seagal feels a tingle down his spine and is in immense pressure to eat the sausages. Seagal, with sweat dripping down his brow, grabs his fork and pokes the sausages. Bakin is as still as a statue staring, waiting for Seagal to take his first bite. Seagal finally works up the courage to eat the sausage and takes a small bite. Now, seagal doesn't feel so good. "My stomach is making noises now!" Seagal says, as he runs out the door as fast as he can in an attempt to get away from the restaurant as possible. "Aww mannn the sausages couldn'ta' been that bad! The food was only a few days past expiration." says an extremely sad Bakin who is disappointed that the vegan sausages were not a hit. To be continued... |