We frequented a karaoke bar and got blind drunk. They also showed films at the same place. The guy working there was a tiny man, a dwarf who was also disabled in the fact that he had small wheels instaed of hands. He was, incidentally, somewhat of a film buff.
One day, we went there, just he two of us.
Our clever friend said 'I prophesise that your friend, you know the one, will die.'
We fell about laughing it off. 'If she's going to die, what will she die of then?'
He looked at us as if we were idiots. 'What's the matter with you two? Were you both born with big 'S's on your heads or something?'
'You don't mean?' I suddenly freeze in stark realisation of what he is talking about.
He grins in cold knowingness.
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