Where to from here? Labaguette wonders. Nothing to do, nowhere to go, stuck in the space time continuum of it all without any Hadron collider in sight, not even for dear entertainment’s sake. Even his wings’ flapping doesn’t appear to stir any particles into any type of action.
“How could you possibly know about it?” the Captain asks Labaguette.
“Are you deaf?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh for God’s sake, Labaguette, you mentioned the Hadron collider a second earlier!”
“Yeah. Hem. That? Maybe. Captain, surely you know by now that sometimes, my brain, any bird’s brain, intercept roaming thoughts particles and translate them into words.”
“Is this your best attempt at an explanation or are you just dumb?”
“How do you explain intercepting my thoughts, Captain, huh?”
“It’s different, I—“
“—This isn’t so bad after all,” Labaguette retorts, “I’ve just avoided being lost in space for the second time in my life.”
And so it goes that the Captain chooses to fix his rum barrels, avoiding the uneasy and confronting belief that Labaguette may have lost it altogether. What a shame, the parrot used to be such a gifted and funny companion to have around. His imitations were witty and unmatched but now the parrot wishes he had been endowed with a second brain too. How disappointing the Captain reflects.
To be continued…