"As I was saying, you talk as if you believe we live in a literate society! I'm prepared to pay these young men to conduct an opinion poll, starting with them! Boys, what does the name painted on this boat make you think of?" Dr. OMG nodded at his good friend Bart and winked at the boys, sure that his point was about to be made.
"The deceitful, self-aggrandizing wretch who was sentenced to rolling a boulder uphill for eternity," 12 year old Tesla blurted without thinking.
"Ah, er, what I meant was, what might most people accidentally think of a boat named Sisyphus?" Dr. OMG cringed at Tesla and looked hopefully to 12 year old Mark Twain.
"Well, I could see how someone in a hurry might mistakenly think of the frenzied oracular utterances of the Greek prophetesses, the Sybils of the Oracula Sibyllina, written in Greek hexameters," Twain mused.
"It could happen," Tesla agreed.
Dr. OMG was so blindsided he dropped the can of paint on his toe and hopped around the deck on one foot. Bart Gusto laughed so hard that his folding chair collapsed underneath him.
"That's definitely Merlin, but he ain't right," Tesla elbowed Twain and showed him the device that was blinking because the man hopping before them had a constitution that matched the hair from Merlin's cave.
"Come here!" Twain dragged Tesla to the taffrail of the stern and pointed at a dead body floating in the harbor.
~ To Be Continued ~
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