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Of apples and pears
Sep. 26th, 2006 02:18 pmThe man from Del Monte he say...
Well, he say not very much any more. He seems to have been dropped from the world at large.
The man from Del Monte probably now says "Where's my pension plan?" shuffling along in the Dole Queue behind the SMASH aliens and the Mosschops as they pick up their Dole money. Sad little lines of once easily recognisable TV figures stretching out from the pallid, featureless offices of bureaucratic support.
Still there is hope yet; come the apocalypse he will return to those hallowed fruit groves in a dented land rover with a giant plastic orange atop his vehicle. The workers will cheer from their shell holes as he raises his army under "One nation, One fruit, One gourd!"
First victims will be the international coffee bean fields, swept aside under the yoke of citrus aggression the worlds most popular morning drink will be no more - then as the world pauses in it's troubles and realises they have all been outflanked - for without coffee they cannot function past 9am.
Then and only then will he unleash his caffeinated orange juice upon the world and the man who was of Del Monte will be God Emperor of the world, seated on a vast pile of pips and seeds on a throne of polished, crystallised maple syrup.
Well, he say not very much any more. He seems to have been dropped from the world at large.
The man from Del Monte probably now says "Where's my pension plan?" shuffling along in the Dole Queue behind the SMASH aliens and the Mosschops as they pick up their Dole money. Sad little lines of once easily recognisable TV figures stretching out from the pallid, featureless offices of bureaucratic support.
Still there is hope yet; come the apocalypse he will return to those hallowed fruit groves in a dented land rover with a giant plastic orange atop his vehicle. The workers will cheer from their shell holes as he raises his army under "One nation, One fruit, One gourd!"
First victims will be the international coffee bean fields, swept aside under the yoke of citrus aggression the worlds most popular morning drink will be no more - then as the world pauses in it's troubles and realises they have all been outflanked - for without coffee they cannot function past 9am.
Then and only then will he unleash his caffeinated orange juice upon the world and the man who was of Del Monte will be God Emperor of the world, seated on a vast pile of pips and seeds on a throne of polished, crystallised maple syrup.
