"The Doctor and the Monk" | Beakerson, Ananias

Written by ThatGuyOverThere

Dr. Beakerson is wandering about the town in search Ananias. The two had been called to an important meeting with Donindor and they were running late. Beakerson had been searching for over an hour for his friend with no luck.
“Great googly whiskers where is he?” Beakerson mumbles to himself.
He finally makes his way to the tavern, the last stop in town that he had yet to search. He’s only a few feet away from the entrance when a man suddenly bursts through the doors and goes tumbling to the ground, landing at the Doctors feet. Beakerson looks down at the man. “What happened to you?” he asks.”
Them man moans and mutters, “The….Monk.”
Beakerson lets out a groan. “Ugh! That’s just great.” He points to the man. “You stay there. Don’t go anywhere.” Beakerson opens the doors to the tavern and is surprised to see the whole place in a ruckus. There had to be at least twenty large men involved in a brawl.
“Andy!” Beakerson called out. “Andy I know you’re in here.”
Beakerson slowly starts pushing his way through the crowed. The men pay no attention to him. Beakerson pulls out his hammer and knocks out several of them as he makes his way to the front of the tavern. “Andy!”
Another man lands at Beakersons feet. When he looks up, Beakerson recognizes him to be his friend. “There you are. I’ve been all over town looking for you.”
“What are you doing here Barney?” Ananias asks between breaths. Someone grabs him by the leg and throws him to the other side of the room.
“We were supposed to meet with Donindor an hour ago.” Beakerson replies.
Ananias gets to his feet and throws a right hook into the first brute that comes his way. “My apologies Barney.” He dodges a chair to his head. “But….I’ve been….a bit….busy!”
“I can see that. What did you do this time?”
“I’ll explain later!”
Beakerson sighs. “You couldn’t wait till later to cause trouble?”
“Not now Barney!” Ananias is tackled to the ground.
Beakerson groans as he makes his way to bar. He hoists himself on top of the counter and watches the fight from there. Ananias fends off two more men before being hit from behind with a bar stool.
“Hey!” Beakerson points to man with the stool. “That’s a foul! One more stunt like that and you’re out!”
Before the man could reply back, Ananias grabs him and hurls him through the window.
“Attaboy Andy!” Beakerson applauds. “Show ‘em how to fight like a man!”
Ananias stumbles backward when a fist connects with his jaw. He quickly recovers from this and round house kicks the guy.
Beakerson looks out the window and notices the sky growing dark. “This could take a while.” He says to himself. He looks around and spies the bartender sprawled out on the floor behind the counter. “Hey barkeep. What’s good back here?”
The bartender doesn’t answer.
Beakerson reaches behind the counter and pulls out a bottle of milk. “Is this goat or cow?” He pulls out the cork and takes a sniff. “Phew, smells like the morning breath of a Sasquatch.” He reaches back again, pulls out a glass and helps himself to the drink. One of the men comes up to him to try and lay a punch to his face, but Beakerson holds up a hand for him to stop. The man nods and returns to fighting Ananias.
The fight continues for several more minutes and soon only ten of the men and Ananias are left standing. Each of the them take a moment to catch their breath before lunging at each other again. Ananias sends one crashing into several tables, but is grabbed by the back of his cloak and send crashing into the counter.
Beakerson looks over at his friend. “You going to let him get away with that?”
Ananias glares at the Doctor.
Beakerson stares back for a moment then holds out the bottle. “Want some?”
“A little help would be appreciated Barney.” Ananias says as he gets back into the fight.
“Hey you got this buddy. Besides, you and I both know I don’t get involved in things like this.” Beakerson pours himself another glass. He watches as Ananias takes down two more men with a chair. “Good gravy Andy, I just got on that other guy for using a chair.”
“Your telling me this….why?”
Beakerson shrugged. “It just doesn’t seem like a fair way to fight.”
“And you would….know this because?”
Beakerson thinks about this for a moment. “Because Mommy and Daddy always said not to hit people with the furniture?”
“Barney!”
“Sorry.”
It’s a full thirty minutes later by the time Ananias is the last one standing. He’s completely out of breath as he looks about the tavern and the mess that was made. He looks over at Beakerson who is just finishing the bottle of milk off.
“You know,” Beakerson says as he downs the last of the contents in the glass, “At this point Xkoll is probably out looking for us. I’d like to see you try and explain this to him.”
“Explaining this to Donindor would be the easiest thing I’ve done all day.” Ananias replied.
“Well you know how cranky he gets.”
“Not as cranky as Sukoshi is being around you.”
“Heh, funny guy.”
Ananias chuckles and shakes his head. He then motions to the door. “Shall we?”
Beakerson hops off the counter. “Only if you do all the talking with Donindor.”