From hence forward in the 'real-world' I will only use zathras quotes in all communicado's, and thus forward I change my name to *Zathraas*, and not be confoosing with my brother zathraas.
- Somewhere along the A57, just after twilight.
'Sir can you explain why we clocked you doing over 90 ?' - Says the police constable, after he's pulled Zathras over for being a naughty boy and engaging maximum thrusters.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry, much apologizings. Zathras has great responsibilities, was thinking great thoughts, did not see you. Was looking for the One. Was thinking great thoughts, very sorry. Very sorry."
'Could I have your name please' - PC
"Zathras" - Z
'Well you do realise that you are not just endangering yourself but also other road users !' - Nice Pc Plod.
"Zathras does not want to die. But if it is the only way, then Zathras dies. It is life."
'You still have not answered why you were speeding ?' -PC
"The One is hurt. Must find. Zathras must find help."
'The one?, who is the one ?'
"Oh. Not the one, no." - Z
'Not the one what?' - PC
"Not the one. Won't talk. Can't talk. Not the one. They told me, they did. Zathras listens, he does, yes. Zathras listens and does what he's told."
'And sir where exactly are you coming from ?' - PC
"Zathras not of this time. You take, Zathras die. You leave, Zathras die. Either way, it is bad for Zathras." - Z
'I'm sorry Sir, but I'm not satisfied with your answers, I'm going to have to ask you come in for questioning' - PC
"Go now, leave me." - Z
'PUT YOUR HANDS OUT IN FRONT OF YOU, AND STEP OUT OF THE VEHICLE' -Shouts the not so nice anymore PC, as he draws a Magnum 45, probably the best lager, errr handgun in the world !
"Go. You must. Listen to Zathras. You have a destiny. Go, please. Go for Zathras." - Z
'STEP OUT OF THE VEHICLE NOW !!!' - PC
"No one *ever* listens to Zathras. Quite mad, they say. It is good that Zathras does not mind. He's even grown to like it. Oh yes."
'THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING, STEP OUT OF THE VEHICLE' - Shouts the PC, as he drops the hand-gun, and withdraws a M15 Sub-machine gun.
"Just as Zathras said. Not good. Definitely not good." - Z
DRRR,DRRRR,DRRRR,DRRR - As Pc Plod lets rip at the car, whilst watching Zathras's, body bounce around as the bullets hit home.
"Zathras, warned but no one listen to pooor Z.......... arrrhhhhfgh"
'Punk' - Says the PC as he holsters his unfired magnum, and starts walking back to his patrol car, carrying the smoking sub-machine gun.
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