The gray building seemed out of place amid the jungle trees and bushes; two figures walked the sidewalk that led to it. “Alright Squeaky, where are we? Why are we here?” Brickem demanded of the floating sky-blue orb with red chimney.
None bothered at being called ‘Squeaky’, Squire replied to the black man that dragged behind him, “call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know. Today you’ll be able to call The Boss.”
Brickem sighed, “you ain’t slick. I know you mean God.”
Squire was quick, “you don’t want Him to be God, so why do you try to make yourself believe He is?”
Brickem couldn’t stand analogous questions, now he heard them everyday from Squire--this one the most.
"EEEEAWWWH, KA-COMP!" Brickem and Squire entered the foyer. It was cylinder shaped. Two staircases rounded up either sidewall and met in the middle above an automatic door. Waist-high glass displays of various eggs were scattered about.
"EH-EH-EH-EH-EH!" Goats, here? thought Brickem. The sound suggested many of them and it seemed to be coming from behind the automatic door.
“Come this way,” directed Squire. “You will have many questions to ask The Boss.” Squire floated over to the right staircase. Under it on the wall was a telephone. The phone was missing the piece that let someone talk or listen. Above was written, ‘Call to Me.’
Ooo-k, I get it, thought Brickem with a wince. He was about to comment on the telephone’s missing part but then noticed that Squire had transformed into a walkie-talkie and placed himself on the hook.
“I am your transceiver and will connect you instantly to The Boss.”
“Why are we doing this stuff again--prayer?!” Retort Brickem. “It’s just talkin’, that’s what all this call-The-Boss mess is!”
“Prayer is talk,” Squire echoed, “but there’s more to this communication than what you understand. We’ve looked at giving thanks, the boundaries of prayer, now we’ll see faithfulness, the faithfulness of The Boss who always answers.”
“Hooray,” said Brickem sarcastically. He snatched the transceiver and hit ‘call.’ “Is this The Boss?”
A voice spoke back, “yes. Hello Still-Black.”
Brickem hesitated, then smirked, “heh, yeah I’m still black, Boss. So, I’m thinkin’ about just...HEY, where’s the door I came in?!"
“Vanished, as will all others” explained The Boss. “Your only way out is through me. Call me at every phone you come to, I’ll answer you what to do next. Now, there’s another phone upstairs behind...” "CLACK!"
The transceiver, Squire, floated up from the floor, “why are you leaving? The Boss...”
“...ain’t making sense. I’m going to every phone, callin’ him, just so can he tell me what I know: go straight through to the other side? Naw. Bye.”
Brickem went through the automatic door and into a dinning room. Eating tables, covered to the floor in white cloth, were all over, and far to his right was a long table with human food on it where the goats he’d heard earlier were feasting. Brickem raised an eyebrow at the scene as he moved toward what he first noticed upon entering: the red EXIT sign.
"COAH, EEE-GH-GH-GH-GH-GH-GH!!" Brickem hadn’t even the time to be cautious at the sound when six eating tables sprang up to reveal velociraptors, mouths’ open and drooling. Five of them turned and began pouncing on the scattering goats. The last one wanted Brickem. Brickem sprint toward the exit, but the agile raptor was fast and blocked it as he approached. Brickem then jerked right, now running toward the food table. Behind it was a panoramic window. Passing the edge of the table, Brickem snatched an empty jell-o bowl. Then he placed it over his head and leaped at the window. The raptor did not follow.
"CRASH!" “AHHHH!!!” "SPLOOK!" First, pain as Brickem landed in a patch of black soil, then, the pain left as he began to sink in the soil. “HAA, I’m safe!” he cheered.
“But you missed the mark set for you, again.” Floating above was Squire still appearing as a walkie-talkie. “Here’s what you’ve earned. Are you satisfied?”
“Heck yeah. I just made it out of Jurassic Park!”
Squire was grieved and he knew The Boss was too. How much more shall we take? “Rest now prisoner, when you arise, you’ll be back in your cell.” Brickem shut his eyes of Squire and emerged himself deep within the soil. Finally relaxed, all was quiet; and then, noise: "DOOOOOOO." The dial tone.
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