affame_le_geant_transposition fyn gula "you're a live wire," mlle. bisquit-kneider said, fixing papers that meeterskeeter messed up when he jumped up on her desk to portray the desperation of his situation. isn't it that our life is always more important than anyone else's? mlle. bisquit-kneider reminded meeterskeeter of the fairy tale mother cat who denied her three kittens pie because they lost their mittens. she was dressed like aunt bea from andy griffith and talked like a french version of laura bush. "it's like this," meeterskeeter said, and he talked quickly for he knew his time in gattox was not long. "if i accept my ninth life, i will be dead as soon as i step into it and since my entire history has been a little less than morally irrevocable and i am on my way to hell in a handbasket, i have no alternative than to seek transposition." he hurridley licked a paw and ran it across his face, staring at her a moment with his tongue out, a little pink thing. "what do you think? can you help me out? is it possible? i do believe in transposition, i do, i do, i do -i do-i do! pleeeeeeeeease!" basically, what meeterskeeter wanted to do was switch lives with another creature that would be dying soon anyway so he could avoid death a while longer and prolong his own end. mlle. bisquit-kneider was not impressed. she knew what meeterskeeter had done, this mess with potentilla, saumboo and king mal, and knew he deserved what he was getting, but she had a job to do. requests to be filled. lives to be altered. worlds to be invaded, fates to be influenced. she typed away at her computer, accessing an exhaustive data bank full of information on millions of people, animals, beasts, faeries, dwarves, cieans, hermaphrodites, and the like. she explained to meeterskeeter the intricacy of the matter and that a search and match would be required. transposition would only be possible if the death of the creature he was seeking was within one hour of his own and involved the future deaths of cats whose origin was gattox, as meeterskeeter's was. understand so far? it's a bit confusing, better explained in the telling of the story. after nearly an hour of research, a bunch of "hmmmmms" and "i sees" a couple "reallys?" and a few "fucks!" miraculously there was a match! "ok," she said, smiling, looking at the screen. "affame le geant." "what?" meeterskeeter said, blinking his eyes several times. "i don't speak french." "the hungry giant," she said, pointing to his foto on the screen. "you can be transposed with this giant from pheneotahaenson. he is scheduled to die in 183 minutes and if transposed he will accidently kill three cats from gattox. perfect." she typed a few lines about meeterskeeter. "so what you're saying is," meeterskeeter said, eyes wide and fur sticking straight up. "if i want to live i have to switch lives with a giant." "it's better than being torn to pieces by a jack russel terrier, isn't it now?" 011208 what's it to you? who go blather from