*an old fruit with a rusty katana hobble down an old stamping ground and sits on a box of those bastard pears*

'day's have been fun, days have been violent, days have been days and days have been silent'

no idea what that ever meant. seems like complete nonsense to me but my pop, Sensei_kiwi_Fruit never stopped saying it.

I have a theory what that old fruit meant.  I'm going to share it with you and ask for your feedback.

I think he meant that this life of ours can be great. It can be nasty. it can.............oh who fucking cares.

STREET PARTY!

Nessa stared in horror at the old man with the blade, "Jesus christ man, Who let you out of the home?" she demanded before running into the nearest business, "Excuse me, St. Moneyzebs Convelesence home?" she asked on the phone, "I believe you're one, erm... paitent short?" she said.  She glanced out the window and eyed the old man who was now stripped down to his diaper and swinging his sword around, "You may need riot gear for this one.." she said before hanging up and heading back out. 

"You're terrifying, I didn't know it was possible for something to have so little hair and so many wrinkles" she said with a shudder. 

Nessa!

I knew your Grandmother, and boy, she liked her fruit!

Come and cut the rug with an old timer and we spin yarns of yesteryear whilst the young guns of the 30's play their devilish big band music.

I seem to be naked............

Nessa took a few steps away from the man, who was apparently weeing himself while they spoke. "My grandmother used to drink, heavily." she told him before she pulled a bottle of wine out of her bag and pulled the cork out. "Something I've inherited from her." she admitted before tilting the bottle back and taking a healthy swig. "But seriously, who gave you a day pass out of crazy town?" she asked him.  

*takes the bottle and takes a swig*

'cuts'

*Sam_Banan moonwalks over to Nessa and returns the bottle*

I' ve heard you do a fine charlestone?

Nessa grabs back the bottle of wine and glares at the old man, "Oi, back up off my booze, old man! I will break your hips!" she told him while pointing a finger. She then looked around and frowned, "I may, but I'm not falling for that trap. My great Grandmother once danced for you and when she woke up the next day all of her underwear was missing!" she practically shouted at him. 

SevereSin was enjoying a stroll around the streets when he saw a man and woman yelling and drinking and moonwalking just up ahead.

He shakes his head and decides to cut his nice walk short, time to head back inside.

People are absolutely insane these days..

Nessa spotted SevereSin before he got to far away, "OI! GET BACK HERE!" she shouted after him, "Don't you run away from me!" she added before taking another swig of her wine. She looked at Samurai_Banana and frowned, "Kids these days have no god damn respect for true brilliance." she told him before reaching into her purse and digging around for her cigarettes. "where the hell are they..." she muttered to herself. 

*returns the bottle*

I have heard this tale, it wasn't all of her underwear, simply one, humongous item. capable of catching infinite apples.

*her anscestor had famously huge underwear, such as could catch the bollocks of an elephant......although to spare her blushes we used to say apples (this may or may not become relevant later, stay tuned or not)*

so, these gin joints don't seem to have our groovy vibe dingaling *he says in the knowledge that it's fucking cool*

what say you?

SevereSin quickens his pace without looking back to avoid making eye contact with the crazy lady. Practically running now, he turns a corner and is gone. Relieved to have avoided a surely terrible run-in with a once slightly-sane woman and a naked old man waving a sword around.

whilst being chauffeured around in her new stately Limo, queenie notices an old fruit and a rusty katana hobbling down the street... she takes off her half moon specs, holds them to the side for her help to wipe with a cloth then replaces them back to the bridge of her nose before tilting her head slightly back to make sure the entire picture she sees is indeed coming through the glasses

"how in the hell do they do it? someone has made a katana sprout legs and strut down the road as if it's the most natural thing in the world. I guess i'm not keeping up with the times and the crazy technological advancements being made.."

queenie begins to feel old and wonders if maybe she should allow her son to take over the throne. she then remembers she doesn't actually like him and is intentionally clinging to dear life for the sole purpose of seeing him grow to be too old to succeed as the monarch. she turns to her help and instructs him to make a note to seek out the well versed fruit, later and find out if he knows how his companion's existence came to be.

*bows in deference to the regal magnificence of a Monarch*

M'lady, in deference to your obvious standing. I shall attempt a norther soul moonwalk whilst slicing a chinese fighting muffin in your honour!

*Starts the moonwalk, impressively wielding the katana*

Nessa, 

going to need a hand with the colostomy bag.......

With a dramatic sigh, Nessa sat on the ground, carefully avoiding the puddle that was forming around the old man. "Well, ain't that a kick in the head." she said as she rolled her head towards the man, "Being avoided by people, all because I'm now responsible for your well being." She shook her head, "I'm going to  be shunned from ALL the best social circles now, aren't I?" she asked him just as a very fancy car drove by. 

ooooooooo don't worry about me love, you have a good time.

I'm not entirely sure what your generation get out of this music, what, with all the brass and the piano.  you'll be dressing in drainpipe trousers next.

now, give me a good requiem and i'm happy.  it was good enough for my old banana and it's good enough for me and i hear on the grapevine, that the monarch herself, that Queenie, indeed, likes to cut the rug.

*samurai_banana rambles on for some time about the old days in the 10's*

She leans back on her hands and crosses her legs at the ankles, "Look, music is music. I'm surprised your ears work at all now, old man." she told him as she jammed the cork back in the nearly empty wine bottle. "I actually have no idea what I'm doing." she told him with a laugh before rolling the bottle towards the man. "I mean honestly, I don't think you should be moving so quickly." she advised him, "You are going to break something and steal all of the fun out of my day." She told him.