moe the zo woke up.
he did not have to wake up, because he had nothing particular to do, and nowhere particular to go, but he did.
he got up and got dressed and made himself presentable and went out.
he walked down the street.
up ahead he saw the sheriff, sheriff joe steel, standing in front of bud the slud’s pool hall.
moe wondered what was going on, if the sheriff was up and about at such an early hour.
maybe it was not quite as early as moe thought.
be that as it may, it would not do to seem to be avoiding the sheriff, so moe continued on his path until he caught up with the sheriff, who seemed tp be waiting for him.
good morning sheriff, moe ventured politely.
good morning yourself, the sheriff replied. how is your worthless bum on welfare carcass this morning?
very well, sheriff. though i do not think you have any call to reproach me for being a bum on welfare, because such is my destiny.
the sheriff smiled in his evil way from beneath his bushy black mustache. that is all very well, moe my friend, but have you you and your destiny been behaving yourselves lately?
of course, what else would we be doing?
did you hear the news?
i guess not, since i do not know what you are referring to.
there is a new technology.
there is always a new technology. but not so much for the likes of me.
no, the sheriff smiled, this is for the likes of me - those who are entrusted with keeping the peace and enforcing the laws of civilization.
you do not say so.
a cold breeze had sprung up, and moe wished the sheriff would say whatever it was he had to say, so that he, moe, could enter the pool hall or otherwise go about his business.
i do say so, the sheriff replied.
very well, then, since you are so eager to tell me about it, please proceed. moe took the liberty of rubbing his hands together, to indicate that he was getting cold.
the new technology, sheriff joe steel announced triumphantly, will enable us to read minds.
even mine? moe asked. i do not really have much of a mind to read.
that’s funny. very funny. we will find out how funny it is. and with that, the sheriff turned and entered the pool hall.
moe did not wish to follow him inside, so he continued down the street into the cold wind which had picked up.
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