The fat boy’s evening foray

Man, the fat boy was away on serious business, he was out on an inspection it seems. Of course he is not supposed to know anything about any ‘insp’ or ‘ection’; he is just there to look very fat and very dignified. This fact one can safely assume. I had used him in the same capacity once to save another incompetent from making us all a laughing stock in a situation, and he came up trumps. No no, not the unstable and incompetent flop, but our fat beauty. He would look dignified in any situation no doubt, because he already looks forty even though he is only twenty plus.

Talk about maturity. He has it all. May be he doesn’t open his mouth much, that is understandable, it’s a tiny mouth covered in folds of flesh, it’s not very easy to get it open at the best of times. But what of it guys, he manages with his bulk alone and could carry any situation with him by just being there and ogling at all those who are around him with a half sheepish look. This is supposed to drive the fear of god into the spectators.

In a poor land fat guys normally get great respectability. The poor and downtrodden wonders at the bulk and what goes into producing all that flesh. They can’t even imagine how that can be possible. They are in great awe of the rhinoceroses and would behave.

You can guess why the guy was taken to the place of inspection. I have no doubt that the inspection went very well. The incompetent I spoke about have been put in charge of the inspection team. The guy is mentally ill, but is a vast source of deadly poison and would make everybody else go nuts with his scary dramatics. He plays the roles of a real bitch most of the times and is very good at whispering campaigns. He could get people in trouble just by his viciousness. Probably the guys in charge of the station there would be cowed and removed by now. It’s true that everyone who was deputed for the job is better be gotten rid of. But you know sometimes it is like that in the world. Those who does all the real shit gets fired and the shitters get to bask in glory.

Well the delegation of nit wits have not all come back in the evening. Only the fat one came back. It is said that the guy had to take something to his warlord who dislikes visiting the workplace and would be cocooned up at his house at all times in the day. He likes to play with children it is reported, and what more would be useful than seeing children grow up, it is the most important and time consuming of all jobs. Women might do it very well. But when men does it its remarkable. A short man gets to be someone big like that.

Yeah our fat boy, (he could be used as a buoy) has come back in the evening more serious than ever. He is bursting at seams (literally too) with great importance. He has to carry some papers to the warlord and the warlord has to take it to the higher ups. It’s mostly just plain crap and nothing else. But the way the guys behave completely beats me. What is so secretive about plain government work, and why can’t it be done at the office than somewhere else? Well you can keep asking these questions till you are hoarse.

There wouldn’t be any answer at all. The people may be are waiting for an answer too. But as you very well know it won’t be forthcoming at all. Answer the people, god forbid, would anybody do that, not even when you are in the deepest of hells, that’s impossible. Don’t we know how to manage people, don’t we know how to trick them and make them believe that they are not really being taken for a ride but instead their interests are being seriously looked after.

So this mysterious thing they are conveying to the warlord would be of the greatest shitty importance. It keeps them occupied and in good humor. No wonder why the fat boy looks down on every one now and remarks to me that he would only be by the Monday. Well he is so puffed up with importance that he was terrible to watch.
I Might have been unkind to him perhaps, he could be only doing what he is told. He just rumbled away on his mission making everyone else just unimportant. Would he get to his place of his destination in this apoplectic state? Let us hope that he would. He doesn’t use the normal kind of conveyance. He just rolls to his destination. It is also downhill and with bit of help from kind gravity he would reach there soon enough.

His foray was good. I am still trembling with the gravity of the great spectacle. Now someone says that he is out to get some spending done.
Man! The luck some guys has!