refugee fandangon't

[oonh]

Mr. Aruct Rightangle and Ms. Four Orthophrene were refugees from
the now defunct country of Squarocubeberg, and found shelter in
distant lands, namely Eivthne-on-Srenthweave. More specfically,
a small hostel/inn/what-have-you youth sanctuary kept by
Mrs. Neutrino-Biopsydottir.

The first day there they had gotten set up in their rooms, watched
an episode of "Frenemies" on the National Disease Network set
in the downstairs living room. Ms. Orthophrene thought the
enviornment was cozy and charming, perhaps a little rustic by
Squarocubeberg standards. Mr. Aruct Rightangle, otherwise,
was having cultural problems. Everything was too weird. The wood
was the wrong shade of brown, the glasses were weirdly curvy,
the air smelled too fresh and good to be true. Later that
evening when he thought he was secluded he drew a large square on
a piece of paper, spent about half an hour inking it in, then chanted
to himself at moderate volume "noble and secular square, paragon of
right angle virtue, guide our thinking without the need for religious
thought, may your orthogonality and boring nature strictly organize
my thoughts, may..."


"Hold it right there, young starling", bespoke Mrs. Neutrino-Biopsydottir
looking over the lintel at him. "I know about cultural relativism at whatnot,
but I'll have you know I keep a weeeeeeeeird house here, and if I find you
bringing this precise orthogonique microsoft-word list based
misintellectualization and spiritual car-wreck in my house again I'll have
you thrown out on the street with the word "antelope" crudely scrawled
on your forehead in green lipstick, capiche?"


oonh