ROGER'S FABULOUS VOYAGES, PART 2, CHAPTER 12. (standard:humor, 1704 words) [12/12] show all parts
Author: Danny Zil	Added: Jun 14 2012	Views/Reads: 2050/1659	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Roger says goodbye to Hub Cap and leaves Uhuruland.

TWELVE 

After a couple of minutes silence to make a convenient break in this
section, Mel pointed along the road. “Look,” he said, told you it was a 
waste of time tryin to escape.” 

Two Angels were flying along the road towards them, about twenty feet
above the ground. 

“That way!” Mel shouted, indicating where the man had gone into the
fields. The Angels waved and flew after him. 

Roger watched them flying off then remembered something he wanted to
ask. “Derwent's Universe,” he said, “where is it?” 

“It's first left through a Black Hole,” Mel answered. “Reason I'm tellin
you is because you won't be able to find it anyway. Some of you tits 
can't even cross the road without gettin run over so what chance have 
you got of findin yer way through a Black Hole?” 

Off in the distance they heard a scream and saw the two Angels swoop
down into a field. Shortly afterwards they flew up again. When they 
came closer Roger could see the man who'd tried to escape dangling 
upside down, each Angel holding an ankle. 

“Allo Debrett!” Mel called, waving. “Never learn, do they?” 

Debrett shook his head. “Bled all over my fucking robe as well!” 

“Typical!” Mel said to Roger as the Angels flew off. “Can't take a bit
of punishment you lot. Alright when you're dishin it out but when it 
comes to evenin up the score,” he shook his head. 

Roger sat in silence for a few moments, thinking about something then
turned to Mel. “Wait a minute, if people get punished here in Purgatory 
and they get punished on Earth by...by...” 

“Karma,” Mel supplied. 

“Yes, by Karma, that means they're getting punished twice. That's not
fair. Why should they get punished twice?” 

“They don't get punished twice,” Mel replied, a crafty smile on his
face. “It gets halved. Half on Earth, half in Purgatory up here.” 

“Well it all seems a bit complicated.” 

“It is, Roger, it is.” 

“But why go to all the trouble of halving it? Why couldn't we get it
over with on Earth?” 

“Oh it's that fuckin Angel Services Commission!” Mel spat, disgust in
his voice. 

“Whatever's that?” a puzzled Roger asked. 

“A bunch of bleedin bureaucrats, that's what it is!” Mel retorted. “They
find jobs for all the young Angels. Somebody came up with this scheme 
so they get work experience for a year. Angel Opportunities Programme 
it's called. Still, I suppose it keeps them from hangin round the 
clouds all day an formin gangs.” 

“You sound as if you don't think much of them,” remarked Roger. 

Mel sneered. “Young Angels these days!? Rubbish most of ‘em! The way
they dress! The way they act! An the music they listen to! Some of ‘em 
are flyin round all day with them personal stereo things on. What's 
wrong with bloody harps!? It used to be harps all the time when I was 
an Angel.” 

“Oh so you haven't always been an Archangel?” 

“Na. Used to just be an Angel. Hoverin round Big G at important
functions or when he was posin for biblical artists. That sort of 


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