Morgan meets a Ninja

He was in his element. Gazing down at the upturned and innocent faces of his fellow green shirts, Morgan prepared to dazzle them with his tale of derring-do. Standing on the arm of a chair, he spread his hands in a call for attention. With his opening line, he had them, "Yes, the rumors are all true. Chuck's computer was killed by a ninja." The assembled employees responded with enough 'oohs' and 'ahhs' to make a Fourth of July gathering blush in shame.

"Ninjas are so cool," Fernando said.

Feigning dismay, Morgan slowly shook his head side to side. "Cool? You didn't witness the carnage that was once a living, breathing desktop pc." Pretending to wipe a tear from his eye, Morgan talked on, "Hard drives cut down in their prime, power supply nothing but twisted wreckage." Somberly, Morgan locked eyes with each of them in turn. "It was the most horrific sight of my young life."

Fernando looked properly chastised, withering under the baleful stares of his co-workers. Morgan let him wriggle uncomfortably just a few moments longer before busting into a huge grin. "You bet it was cool." Warming up to the subject, his words coming faster, "Oh man, Chuck and I walk in and there he was. All dressed head to toe in black. I was instantly on the alert and looking for any available weapon.. Mr. Ninja set the computer down and dropped into a classic kung-fu pose. Hee-yahh!" Morgan shifted to demonstrate, wobbling a bit on his precarious perch.

"His defenses were too good. I hurled anything handy in an effort to drive him off, but, he expertly deflected every single missile." Morgan's arms swung this way and that as he tossed imaginary weapons. "That was the moment Chuck chose to make his move. The man is my best bud in the whole world, and I hate to speak ill of him. Let's just say his attempt was less than effective. I knew it was up to me." Morgan stood tall.

Flicking his eyes down, he made sure he still had the crowd mesmerized. "Hand to hand, I would surely be a goner. I needed a weapon to take on Mr. Ninja. Then, fortune smiled on me in the shape of a nine iron." Morgan's hand dropped to his hip, drawing forth the imagined golf club like a samurai of old would his katana. "It started as a game of cat and mouse, each of us looking for any weakness to exploit." Morgan weaved the imagined implement over the green garbed flock. With a quick jab, he hopped to the next chair.

"I am man enough to admit that I was over-matched. Mr. Ninja drew me in and disarmed me in the blink of an eye." Morgan threw his hands up, palms open to show he was unarmed. "Then, dear friends, I was struck down by my own blade." He flopped onto the chair, a picture of disarray. "That was when he carried out the dreadful deed. Before our very eyes, the ninja assassinated Chuck's computer."

There was stunned silence in the group of listeners. That a person could commit such a terrible task was tremendously troubling. Buymorians to the core, they looked upon Morgan with a mixture of respect and awe at his survival. He basked in the warm glow of their attention as his gaze traveled far afield. "I never expected a ninja would smell so.....nice."