Gay Macarons and Eternal Recurrence

In Larry and Ladd:

Sweezus and Nietzsche are eating Blueberry Pancake macarons.

They have resolved what the green stuff on the top is.

( It's blue juice, which has turned green in contact with the yellow macaron. It was Sweezus who came up with the explanation, which Nietzsche agreed was most likely).

I should like to see more of the Catcher, says Nietzsche, wiping yellow crumbs from his mo.

That's good, says Sweezus. Terence has rejected him. We could take him out somewhere. Do you ride a bike?

I don't, says Nietzsche. But I'm sure I could master it.

No kidding! says Sweezus. I knew that photo was a fake.

What photo? asks Nietzsche.

There's one kicking around on the internet, says Sweezus. It's your head, must be some other guy's body. Look, I'll show you.

He gets out his phone. Calls up the picture.

It's Nietzsche's head, on a tilt, perfectly photo-shopped onto a nineteenth century racing cyclist's body.

In the photo, Nietzsche looks like a sporting professional. He is tempted to claim that the man in the picture is him.

What a pity he has already denied it.

This is the sort of insupportable thing that happens to him ALL THE TIME! Proving his theory of eternal recurrence!

His face turns bright red. His moustache ends stand upright.

What's up? says Sweezus. Don't stress over it. I'll get hold of a bike and we'll go pick up the Catcher and.... hey! Would you like to go whale watching? Out at Goolwa?

Nietzsche takes several deep breaths.

Whale watching. Yes. That sounds calming.

I would, says Nietzsche.

They leave, not forgetting to pay for the long macchiatos and gay macarons.

.......

Vello is in the office with David.

They are boiling a kettle, when Sweezus and Nietzsche arrive.

Hi, says Sweezus. We're just here to pick up the Catcher. We're heading down to Goolwa. Can Nietzsche borrow a bike?

Err, two problems, says Vello.

What? says Sweezus.

We're just eating the Catcher, says Vello.

We haven't, says David. Not yet.

They're just kidding, says Sweezus, to Nietzsche. No way they'd eat Terence's pet.

Is it Terence's? says David.

What's the other problem? asks Sweezus.

Both our bikes are out of action, says Vello. Why not ask Gaius if you can borrow the Platonic Ideal?

Okay, says Sweezus. So, where's the Catcher?

Here! squeaks the Catcher, raising a claw over the rim of a saucepan....

We just put him there to keep him away from the kettle, says Vello.

Sweezus lifts the Catcher out of the pan, and holds him in front of Nietzsche.

Well done, says Nietzsche. A moral victory over repression.

Hardly, says David Hume.

What's at Goolwa? asks the Catcher, moral victory behind him.

Whales, I believe, says Nietzsche.

Count me in. I can catch ANYTHING! says the Catcher.