Keith Zenith and the Imperial Egg: Part 3

"You's and me's has got's to do some talkin'" Karl said, flicking his cigarette to the gravel.
"Oh, wonderful," said Keith. He bent down to pick up the butt. While he looked around for it, a thought occurred. He suddenly figured it out. Karl voice was relegated to background noise as Keith's brain took center stage. That is, until he happened to hear Karl say the following:
"I'm gonna be needin' that gun for a few days, you know."

'You know?' Why would he add 'you know' to that sentence? This sent Keith into a panic. He perspired - his sweat thick, with greasy beads of moisture soaking clear through his ball cap. He may have even wet himself urinatically. Confusion, anger, bewilderment set in. He knew he knew why he should know, but he could not figure out what it was he knew exactly.

Back in the cottage, a moisture of a rather different sort began misting into the room. The scent of rusty tap water could be smelt if there were any ofactorous beings present. The priestess, though definitely within the realm of the goings-on, was physically not there, therefore unable to detect the odor now fully in charge of that building. The owner of the odor? The egg, of course.

An Imperial Egg has three main characteristics: a royal guild, a grocer's call to duty, and the ability to emit the smell of anything of which it dreamed to reek. In this most recent case, cold, stagnant water from an old plumbing system. Have you ever experienced this smell first-hand? It is most-foul. Imagine a mouthful of lavender jelly beans spat into a gorilla's paw, then sent forward into time a month. The first whiff scrunches the nose like an embarrassing poem, then moves up to the eyes where it forever rewind the VHS tape of you consciousness. Before it dissipates, it emails you this message: friday's b-day party cancelled--must have working lunch.

Anyway, this was all in no way affecting the brothers. They were stuck in a deadlock. Keith was frozen in a crouch, unwilling to stand up and face his accusatory brother, Karl--now boldly sliding a fresh Kool from the pack.