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OK, so I'm walking through Cambridge (a city near me) the other day with my best mate.
"My friend"", I cried "I must get some money from the bank, for then we can get much food!". He concured, but as we made our way towards the money-house, a terrifying sight took us.
Standing just outside the bank, dressed in their Robes of Irritation + 5, were a group of Hare Krishnas!
I, being of quick wits and stable mind, through myself through the bank doors immediately.
Turning back... my friend was not of the ssme moral breed as I... he was talking to them! I panicked. Could these crazies hurt him? Would they sacrifice him to their Gods; those of scary love?
I then realized... I was OK, it didn't matter.
Later, when I left the bank, I was more cunning then a fox who is professor of Cunning at Cambridge University (ah, Blackadder...) in rescuing my friend.
By pointing to the east (or thereabout.... I don't really care... or know for that matter) and crying...
"Lo! Here comes Krishna! He must have presents for all who spread the guru Vedic's word!"
The group of krazies were turned, religious fire burning in their soulless eyes.
We made a quick escape, and my friend recounted his tale. They had grabbed him off the street (he insists) and started trying to convert the poor son-of-a-gun.
They wouldn't even let him go until he had sung their mantra. Their mantra only has 2 words!! (though it can have variations those two words).
My friend then told me he was feeling blissfully at ease. Now I'm scared... what if they used their special Hare Krishna magic on him?
Advice people?
"My friend"", I cried "I must get some money from the bank, for then we can get much food!". He concured, but as we made our way towards the money-house, a terrifying sight took us.
Standing just outside the bank, dressed in their Robes of Irritation + 5, were a group of Hare Krishnas!
I, being of quick wits and stable mind, through myself through the bank doors immediately.
Turning back... my friend was not of the ssme moral breed as I... he was talking to them! I panicked. Could these crazies hurt him? Would they sacrifice him to their Gods; those of scary love?
I then realized... I was OK, it didn't matter.
Later, when I left the bank, I was more cunning then a fox who is professor of Cunning at Cambridge University (ah, Blackadder...) in rescuing my friend.
By pointing to the east (or thereabout.... I don't really care... or know for that matter) and crying...
"Lo! Here comes Krishna! He must have presents for all who spread the guru Vedic's word!"
The group of krazies were turned, religious fire burning in their soulless eyes.
We made a quick escape, and my friend recounted his tale. They had grabbed him off the street (he insists) and started trying to convert the poor son-of-a-gun.
They wouldn't even let him go until he had sung their mantra. Their mantra only has 2 words!! (though it can have variations those two words).
My friend then told me he was feeling blissfully at ease. Now I'm scared... what if they used their special Hare Krishna magic on him?
Advice people?
