Quiz Night at Looky Lou’s, Quiz Night at Looky Lou’s, Quiz Night at Looky Lou’s, I trust you will know what to do.
I can’t recall what we were waiting in line for when the first plane fell a block away, and the next, even closer, massive thumps and flames, and then I woke up with a calico cat on my chest in the basement of a bar in Sudbury. I sang to it calmly with my mind and it obeyed my commands and slunk off to rub itself against the leg of a broken Terminator 2 pinball machine. I dream of the line and the falling planes once or twice a week these days, usually after a particularly challenging Quiz Night, which, for a reasonable fee and a place to sleep, I administer in bars and lounges across the land.
Quiz night at Looky Lou’s. Quiz night at Looky Lou’s. When we meet and I sing you this song with my mind you will know what you need to do.
The quiz I have developed is an elaborately coded message, a quiz within a quiz, answerable only by Alpha Adepts and Mind Singers. Each night I am certain they will reveal themselves to me. Each night I am disappointed. I must admit I am getting older, and years of folding my legs into a Greyhound seat every day is beginning to dull my powers, which were once considerable, and are now wasted, instructing cats or warding off the body odor of my fellow passengers. So when I saw you standing in line in the dream, I felt joyful and certain. When we finally meet tonight at Looky Lou’s Sports Tavern in Sioux Lookout, I will sing you the following song with my mind and hand you all my quiz materials. I trust you will know what to do.
Quiz night at Looky Lou’s. Quiz night at Looky Lou’s. When we meet and I sing you this song with my mind you will know what you need to do. Quiz night at Looky Lou’s. Quiz Night at Looky Lou’s. Quiz Night at Looky Lou’s. I trust you will know what to do.
