Office Lunch

Mr Kenyon stared up harshly from his desk.

"Make it quick." He bellowed. 

"It's 12 o'clock and I'm starving." 

Carlton, swallowed nervously. 

"Well...it's Marcus." He began.

"I know he's quite new and seems incapable of doing wrong in your eyes, but ...well, he's just plain weird...and I don't feel comfortable working so closely to him."

"Really?" Mr Kenyon replied - eyes dripping mock sincerity.  

"Yes..." Carlton continued, "this morning, for instance...I come in early and he's sitting there with his back to me. Before I can say 'good morning' he yells:-

            'I'm sick of all this pretense - why can't we just eat the humans now!' "

 "...and then he turns around, looks at me and says,

            'sorry, I thought you were someone else' "

Mr Kenyon waved his hand and the door bolted shut.

He rose from his chair.

"Clumsy, impatient, Marcus... But then again... 

              I   am  starving!  "