I nodded. My man was brilliant. I was ready to grill people like they were on the witness stand of a mass murder trial. Easing up was the prudent thing to do.
“Hello!” Mike Wazowski One said, extending his adorable green hand.
“Hi,” I said with a smile, shaking it. “I’m Daisy and this is Gideon.”
“Lovely to make your acquaintance!” Mike One said. “Take a seat and join us.”
“Thank you,” I told him, sliding into the booth next to a Fonzie.
“Aaaaaay!” the Fonzies yelled with their thumbs extended.
“Aaaaaay!” Gideon and I replied.
“So, what shaking?” I asked.
The Mikes roared with laughter. I wasn’t sure what was so funny, but it made me giggle.
“Not much,” Mike Wazowski Two said. “We’re just debating the merits of vengeance versus logic versus compassion.”
I glanced at Gideon who was wedged in between the other two Fonzies across from me. He looked a little uncomfortable, but was being a good sport. The fact that he was dressed identically to the Fonzies made me grin. Heck, I was dressed like the Fonzies too. Candy was crazy.
“Seems like a heavy conversation,” I commented to Mike Two.
“Correct!” he squealed. “But one that bears consideration, Daisy.”
“How so?” Gideon asked. He was laser focused on Mike Two. He clearly believed the conversation was a clue.
I listened. I didn’t want to miss a word.
“Aaaaaay!” Fonzie Three chimed in. “It’s a perfect combination. Whoa! If you’re all vengeance, you lose.”
“And,” Mike One added. “If you’re all compassion, you lose. There is no bark without a bite!”
“Aaaaaay!” Fonzie One said with a double thumbs up. “Can’t forget logic. Vengeance and compassion are fine, but without reason all will fail. You may as well sit on it!”
Again, the Mikes laughed hard. I vaguely recalled that one of Fonzie’s catch phrases was, ‘sit on it’. The Mikes’ laughter was contagious. I couldn’t help but join them.
“Aaaaaay!” Fonize Two dove into the conversation. “That’s what’s wrong with the equation. Vengeance is too strong.”
“Can you clarify that?” I asked, not wanting to grill, but needing more.
He pondered the question as he pulled out a comb and freshened up his pompadour. “Aaaaaay! It’s about balance and we don’t have it. We’ve never had it. Whoa!
“Umm… okay,” I replied, hoping there was more.
There was.
Mike Three had something to say. “Vengeance shall lead to both compassion and logic.”
“Not following,” Gideon said.
Mike chuckled. “That’s because definitions don’t necessarily mean what you believe them to mean.”
It was like we’d fallen into a puzzle where the pieces didn’t snap together. I might be trying to erase the cryptic from the Immortal world, but these dudes were not. They seemed to be all about it.
Fine. I’d done cryptic. If I had to keep deciphering it, I would.
“Are you saying vengeance, compassion and logic mean different things than their actual definitions?” I asked.
