The Dancing Rhubarb had spent a while in Villagetown City, and was getting used to it. In fact, he liked it a lot.
The people had also gotten used to him as well (just like in movies and such, people accept
the weirdest things in the shortest times. or after a big sentimental value has been learned. Everybody now: "Awwwwwwwww...").
"Top o' the morning, Rhubarb!" said Mrs. Robbins.
"Well, Vannie dear, morning is just a moment in time, so there is no top of the morning. Now
if you were referring to a building by the name of "Morning", then I would look very strangely at you, as that is no proper
greeting," replied Ms. Baskin. "Oh! Top o' the morning, Rhubarb!"
Mrs. Robbins looked very strangely at Ms. Baskin.
TDR (our abbreviation of The Dancing Rhubarb. Abbv. 'r m/ ez-r 2 wrt.) lowered one of his stalks
(his formal greeting), and went on his way. He was about to turn the corner when a huge shadow suddenly appeared in front
of him. Slowly, the huge being turned the corner.
It was large. It was square.
It was The Walking Coke Machine.
Now, every town has their own special salesman. He's the guy who has nothing to do but walk
around, knocking on doors, uttering a single syllable of a word, and then having doors slam in his face. Well, The Walking
Coke Machine is just this, and more. He is Villagetown City's No. 1 salesman/machine, though he never gives his product away.
For example, right now, TDR was feeling a bit thirsty, so he picked up a quarter off the ground
(hey, it's a city), and placed it into the slot.
The Walking Coke Machine made it's usual noise of a coin falling through who-knows-what. Then
it began to whirr and vibrate. After a few seconds of this, he simply walked away, shouting "Put in a quarter and you get
a Coke!".
This is why many people have not taken a liking to The Walking Coke Machine.
Disappointed nonetheless, The Danicng Rhubarb simply walked over to the Villagetown Library
and took a "drink" from the water fountain (about the "" marks, as you should know, veggies and plants use photosynthesis
to drink. 'Whooooee! What other big words is he gonna pull on us??!!').
After alleviating his voluminous parchedness (there's some big ones for the dictionary), The
Dancing Rhubarb walked over to his apartment.
The Dancing Rhubarb's apartment was just like any other apartment, but had dirt on the ground,
a sunroof, and about twenty assorted hoses. This was his humble abode (humble....ha), which he shared with The Motion Curves.
This I have not gotten around to explaining yet. However, since this chapter is devoted to explaining
things, and I am attempting to make this chapter longer, 'cause people like things when they are long, I will.
The Motion Curves (or TMC, 'cuz I like abbv. And no, I am not referring to the channel) are
what gives The Dancing Rhubarb his "Dancing", so to speak. In all of comics, whenever the character moves one of his limbs
(or just moves slowly), the artist is always compelled to draw little motion curves to symbolize, well, motion (The Return
of Captain Obvious, or Capt., 'cuz I like abbv.). Well, TDR's curves aren't just that. They're their own entity. Bill, Jeff,
Mark, Eric, Matty, and Theo (from left to right, as opposed to the back to the upper-lefthand corner) met TDR in a dance class,
and The Rhubarb became The Dancing Rhubarb. After all, "The Rhubarb" doesn't have the same ring to it.
Now that we've met the guys, and introduced the apartment, I now have to stall some more!! Well....
(author puts on old Jefferson Airplane records as he waits for the fifth chapter to appear.)
