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angrily.
They all stopped what they were doing and hurried over to Tony’s bed to see what the fuss was about.
“I said who the hell drew this?” Tony demanded irately his voice growing more furious by the second.
They all studied the drawing on Tony’s bed, it appeared to be cartoon ghost drawn with a thick black marker pen onto the bed sheet. It was almost comical in appearance, it had a Klu Klux Klan hood but with a wilted point that bent twice at ninety degrees, once at the top of its head and again at its peak. A thick v-shaped mono-brow sat above its laughing eyes and a sinister smile sat in the far corner of its face.
Puzzled, Hugh asked, “What do you think it means?”
“I think it means that someone is going to get a good kicking if they think that they can take the piss out of me,” replied Tony angrily.
“Now try and relax Tony,” Hugh said softly and calmly, “if you actually hit anyone I imagine that you’ll breach the terms in which you are here.”
Tony’s face was filled with rage, “I don’t give a shit!”
“Well, you might feel differently about that in the morning,” Gareth said trying to rationalise things.
“No one screws with me and gets away with it Gareth,” threatened Tony.
“Look Tony, I don’t think it was a personal attack,” reasoned Hugh.
Tony started to calm a little, “Yeah, maybe. But what am I gonna do about it?”
“If I were you I’d sleep on it,” chortled Keenan.
The others fought to stifle their laughter.
“Yeah, you’re a funny guy Keenan,” Tony said bitterly.
“Sorry Tony,” Keenan said, “I couldn’t resist. What’s it supposed to be anyway?”
“How am I supposed to know? It’s a ghost I suppose,” Tony said staring at the crude drawing.
“Or a ghoul,” said Hugh, “I hope you don’t get grabbed by the ghoulies in the dead of night Tony.”
Nobody laughed and Hugh blushed accordingly with embarrassment.
“Actually, it’s a phantom,” stated Uwe.
The group stopped staring at the bed sheet and moved the gaze to Uwe.
Uwe continued, “Technically a ghost is the soul of a dead person and this does not appear to represent a human. A ghoul is an oriental demon that robs graves and this childlike figure bears no Eastern traits,” he explained authoritatively. “A phantom, on the other hand, is a visible spirit and that, however badly drawn, meets this criteria.”
“I’ll be sure to remember that Uwe,” Tony sarcastically replied.
“Ah yes Uwe, that’s axiomatic,” Hugh said trying hard to sound intelligent. He gritted his teeth and waited for someone to correct him, when no one did he smiled.
Uwe ignored Hugh and continued, “Though since none of these entities actually exist it is all irrelevant,” he went on. “If you want a real explanation of what this is, then it’s actually a very stupid drawing. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“So you don’t believe in ghosts, phantoms or ghouls then Uwe?” asked Hugh appearing to seek some sort of reassurance.
“ After your death you will be what you were before your birth,” Uwe stated matter-of-factly.
“And what’s that?” Hugh enquired tentatively.
“Absolutely nothing,” he stated coldly.
“So you don’t believe in the afterlife then Uwe,” Keenan questioned.
Uwe sneered at Keenan, “Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
They all pondered this thoughtfully for a moment until Tony broke the silence with a raucous outburst.
“I’ve seen a few fairies here tonight though,” shouted Tony. “In fact, I’m looking at a bunch of them right now.” He reaffirmed his observation by pointing at them all individually, much to their chagrin.
“Will you shut the hell up,” Marc shouted from his bed, “some of us are trying to sleep!” He turned over and pulled his pillow onto his head to drown out the noise and
They all stopped what they were doing and hurried over to Tony’s bed to see what the fuss was about.
“I said who the hell drew this?” Tony demanded irately his voice growing more furious by the second.
They all studied the drawing on Tony’s bed, it appeared to be cartoon ghost drawn with a thick black marker pen onto the bed sheet. It was almost comical in appearance, it had a Klu Klux Klan hood but with a wilted point that bent twice at ninety degrees, once at the top of its head and again at its peak. A thick v-shaped mono-brow sat above its laughing eyes and a sinister smile sat in the far corner of its face.
Puzzled, Hugh asked, “What do you think it means?”
“I think it means that someone is going to get a good kicking if they think that they can take the piss out of me,” replied Tony angrily.
“Now try and relax Tony,” Hugh said softly and calmly, “if you actually hit anyone I imagine that you’ll breach the terms in which you are here.”
Tony’s face was filled with rage, “I don’t give a shit!”
“Well, you might feel differently about that in the morning,” Gareth said trying to rationalise things.
“No one screws with me and gets away with it Gareth,” threatened Tony.
“Look Tony, I don’t think it was a personal attack,” reasoned Hugh.
Tony started to calm a little, “Yeah, maybe. But what am I gonna do about it?”
“If I were you I’d sleep on it,” chortled Keenan.
The others fought to stifle their laughter.
“Yeah, you’re a funny guy Keenan,” Tony said bitterly.
“Sorry Tony,” Keenan said, “I couldn’t resist. What’s it supposed to be anyway?”
“How am I supposed to know? It’s a ghost I suppose,” Tony said staring at the crude drawing.
“Or a ghoul,” said Hugh, “I hope you don’t get grabbed by the ghoulies in the dead of night Tony.”
Nobody laughed and Hugh blushed accordingly with embarrassment.
“Actually, it’s a phantom,” stated Uwe.
The group stopped staring at the bed sheet and moved the gaze to Uwe.
Uwe continued, “Technically a ghost is the soul of a dead person and this does not appear to represent a human. A ghoul is an oriental demon that robs graves and this childlike figure bears no Eastern traits,” he explained authoritatively. “A phantom, on the other hand, is a visible spirit and that, however badly drawn, meets this criteria.”
“I’ll be sure to remember that Uwe,” Tony sarcastically replied.
“Ah yes Uwe, that’s axiomatic,” Hugh said trying hard to sound intelligent. He gritted his teeth and waited for someone to correct him, when no one did he smiled.
Uwe ignored Hugh and continued, “Though since none of these entities actually exist it is all irrelevant,” he went on. “If you want a real explanation of what this is, then it’s actually a very stupid drawing. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“So you don’t believe in ghosts, phantoms or ghouls then Uwe?” asked Hugh appearing to seek some sort of reassurance.
“ After your death you will be what you were before your birth,” Uwe stated matter-of-factly.
“And what’s that?” Hugh enquired tentatively.
“Absolutely nothing,” he stated coldly.
“So you don’t believe in the afterlife then Uwe,” Keenan questioned.
Uwe sneered at Keenan, “Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
They all pondered this thoughtfully for a moment until Tony broke the silence with a raucous outburst.
“I’ve seen a few fairies here tonight though,” shouted Tony. “In fact, I’m looking at a bunch of them right now.” He reaffirmed his observation by pointing at them all individually, much to their chagrin.
“Will you shut the hell up,” Marc shouted from his bed, “some of us are trying to sleep!” He turned over and pulled his pillow onto his head to drown out the noise and
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