A Cupcake for Marius
Jul. 10th, 2007 09:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
titusnowlA weedy fellow with a face which was oversupplied with nose, apparently to make up for its undersupply of chin, entered Rayt Marius' hotel room with a small paperboard box bearing the label of the hotel bakery. "Herr Marius, dieses kam für Sie. Ein Mädchen holte ihn oben."
"Ist was es?"
"Ich weiß nicht, Herr."
"Öffnen Sie es oben und lassen Sie uns sehen."
The weedy one broke the seal on the box and removed a small cupcake, frosted in the colours of the national flag.
"Was? Ein kleiner Kuchen?"
"Ist es mein Geburtstag. Sehr durchdacht vom Personal, zum ich zu helfen, so, Nr. zu feiern?"
Marius considered the cupcake for a moment. He had not been expecting it, but it was logical for the staff of the hotel to have sent this small offering in celebration of his birthday - he was, after all, a very important guest, and they would doubtless be doing all they could to curry favor with him. Besides, the package had been sealed, and he was a bit peckish.
He bit into it.
A small snap, a louder bang, and frosting sprayed everywhere. Marius' face was coated with it, a comical mask of sugar and lard. He jumped to his feet, shaking a fist.
"Es ist eine Falle! Eine Bombe! Finden Sie gebacken diesem und schneiden Sie ihre Zehen mit einem stumpfen Butter-Messer ab!"
Outside, Simon Templar released his hold on the window-ledge, dropped lightly to the ground, and gave Roger Conway a high five.
The German is really poorly Babelfished on purpose, because a) Marius' language isn't actually German, and b) Simon doesn't know what it means so it can't be translated into English
"Ist was es?"
"Ich weiß nicht, Herr."
"Öffnen Sie es oben und lassen Sie uns sehen."
The weedy one broke the seal on the box and removed a small cupcake, frosted in the colours of the national flag.
"Was? Ein kleiner Kuchen?"
"Ist es mein Geburtstag. Sehr durchdacht vom Personal, zum ich zu helfen, so, Nr. zu feiern?"
Marius considered the cupcake for a moment. He had not been expecting it, but it was logical for the staff of the hotel to have sent this small offering in celebration of his birthday - he was, after all, a very important guest, and they would doubtless be doing all they could to curry favor with him. Besides, the package had been sealed, and he was a bit peckish.
He bit into it.
A small snap, a louder bang, and frosting sprayed everywhere. Marius' face was coated with it, a comical mask of sugar and lard. He jumped to his feet, shaking a fist.
"Es ist eine Falle! Eine Bombe! Finden Sie gebacken diesem und schneiden Sie ihre Zehen mit einem stumpfen Butter-Messer ab!"
Outside, Simon Templar released his hold on the window-ledge, dropped lightly to the ground, and gave Roger Conway a high five.
The German is really poorly Babelfished on purpose, because a) Marius' language isn't actually German, and b) Simon doesn't know what it means so it can't be translated into English
