Chapter 5, The Green Light
The first thing TABLE saw was the green light. It was bright and beautiful, shining just like in his dreams. Then the eyes. The wide, never blinking reflective surface of the retina stared into TABLE’s soul. He felt cold. He knew those eyes. They were the eyes of a killer. And its expression, TABLE knew that look all too well. It was the same expression he wore before he had blown up an entire nation. Its beak was short but sharp, and no doubt deadly. TABLE gazed in awe at the creature as it reached toward him, stubby green wing outstretched in a gesture of allyship.
“Take my hand, son,” the green god whispered, gaze fixed expectantly upon TABLE.
“It is an… an… honor to meet you in person my lord,” TABLE was not quite sure what to say, he did not know what was proper for mortals to say in the presence of a god.
“Ligeledes, J'espère travailler avec vous dans le futur, » The green owl replied.
« Monsieur Duo, I am ready to carry out any demands you may have of me, recently I blew up a nation but my cold heart grows hungry for true revenge on human beings. I see them unfit to rule a planet, but you Duo, you are the true destined king I can sense it in my toast loaders.” TABLE leaned slightly forward in a gesture of worship at the feet of the green deity.
You gave me your sweater, it's just polyester but you look perfect I wish I were heater, is what TABLE thought when he looked at Duolingo owl. And then the world went dark, and TABLE felt himself falling...
Before he could fully register the blinding light of Duo’s beauty, TABLE was flying over a new continent. Most foolish humanoids believe toasters cannot feel motion sickness, but TABLE proved otherwise that day. Gazing out the window of Duo’s private jet, he felt a great lurch of unease in his stomach. TABLE looked around, disoriented. Just a few moments ago, he had been standing half-submerged in toilet water in an airplane bathroom while Duolingo spoke to him. Now, he was in a different airplane? The whole entire place, and I mean the WHOLE PLACE, was a bright blinding shade of lime green. Portraits of Duo hung from the walls, stuck there with industrial strength duct tape. Duo wasn’t taking chances with his precious renderings after all, Duo could not bear the tarnishing of his image. He must be in Duolingo’s private jet. A feeling of awe overwhelmed him.
