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Cosa Nostra Part One

Cosa Nostra Part One

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Published by Octavius_1993
The first part of the story Cosa Nostra, along with the encipherment. The story (in an extremely random and inconsistent manner) brings the plot of a well known film to a college of the University of Cambridge.
The first part of the story Cosa Nostra, along with the encipherment. The story (in an extremely random and inconsistent manner) brings the plot of a well known film to a college of the University of Cambridge.

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Published by: Octavius_1993 on Oct 13, 2013
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Part One
Spring sunshine on the grass. The white stone of Cripps gleamed. One pair of curtains remained drawn. And this was no CompSci, but Mafia HQ. In thedarkness, the mafia boss sat at his desk; thinking, waiting. He took his Vitamin Dtablet. The guard cat meowed.Guard cats are uncommon. This is, in general, due to the difficulty of trainingcats to guard. Where dogs would, after some short time, be able to consistentlyrespond to stimuli, cats tend to: stare blankly, walk away, or go to sleep.However, for those in the business of evil, having a cat to hand in criticalsituations adds certain panache: launching a villain’s reputation from merewrong-doer to Machiavellian mastermind. So it was that the mafia resorted toexperimental pharmacology to develop guard cats. The guard cat ran towards its master. There was a knock on the door. It was noneother than Jeffrey. He squinted as he entered the darkness. He began to speak.“I seek your help. This Tuesday I bought some strawberry yoghurt. FromSainsbury’s. I placed it in the fridge like a good student. But when I went to thekitchen this morning, it was gone. I wept. Now I will never taste strawberryyoghurt again. I went to Will Oram. He sent some emails, but nothing was done. Isaid to myself, for justice I must go to the mafia.”“Why did you go to Will Oram, why not come to us first?”“You want pennies; I begged and borrowed engineer’s pennies. But I plead withyou, do what I ask.”“And what is that?” Jeffrey lent across and whispered to the mafia boss.“That we cannot do.”“I’ll give you anything you ask.”“We’ve known each other since fresher’s week, but this is the first time youcame to us for counsel, for help. I can’t remember the last time you invited us toyour kitchen for a cup of tea. I understand, you’d made it to Cambridge: youdidn’t need friends like us. Now you ask for this.”“I ask you for justice. How much shall I pay you?”“Jeffrey…Jeffrey…Whatever have we done to make you treat us with suchdisrespect. If you had come to us in friendship, then the scum who took yourstrawberry yoghurt would be suffering this very day.” Jeffrey knelt and kissed the outstretched hand of the mafia boss.“Good – accept this justice as our gift.”

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