Pile into the car, says Sweezus. We'll go there together.
What about the bikes? asks Gaius.
Lock 'em to a bollard, says Sweezus.
Do we have locks? asks Kant.
No, says Gaius. It looks like we'll have to ride there.
Hide them behind the kiosk, says Sweezus. They'll be okay.
What about my sample of Mickey Moto? asks Terence. And my rabbit thermometer?
Give them here, says Sweezus. Let's get going.
They pile into the car.
My suitcase! says Kant, seeing it on the back seat.
Yeah, sorry about that, says Sweezus. What was in it? Anything important?
His underpants, says Terence. But Gaius bought him new ones.
And my Critique, says Kant. I brought it to show you.
Cool, says Sweezus. I'll have a squizz later.
They drive to the Goolwa Hotel.
It is lively and buzzing with locals.
This looks welcoming, says Kant. I'm looking forward to my snitty.
Schnitty, says Sweezus.
My schnitty, says Kant.
They go in, sit down and look at the menu.
I'll get the Beef Aussie Schnitty, says Sweezus.
I'll have the Kilpatrick, says Arthur. Schnitty with oysters.
Me too, says Gaius. I like the sound of that.
Which leaves Kant.
What will he choose?
He normally, in a restaurant, chooses a starter. Hmm. Seafood cocktail. That sounds nice. But the others are not ordering starters. He looks at the schnitty list. Chicken or beef, with Gravy, Mushroom, Dianne, Pepper, Satay. OR: Chicken or beef with Parmigiana, Hawaiian, Aussie or Kilpatrick.
A picture forms in his head, of himself ordering a Chicken Hawaiian Schnitty.
Should he do it?
He does.
You sure? asks Sweezus. Hawaiian? That'll come with pineapple.
Kant hadn't realised that. He had been thinking along the lines of those gay little paper umbrellas.
Pineapple! But he's stuck with it now.
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