"A Day At The Races"

Mad Marvin was up and at em early, pouring over the guide throwing the rune stones and praying Quetzalcoatl the Great Feathered Serpent for a win in race 8.
After the animal sacrifice, confident of blatant success, hit the road harder than Jack Kerovac in his makeshift Chariot straight to the home of the ferocious and schmickly dressed BJ the Bear.
BJ in his natural early morning state sleepy and preening and sighing in the 'Mirror Of Wonderment'. Shaving the thick layer of fur that had occupied his face since he awoke. The knock came abruptly at the door as BJ shuffled to respond.
Mad Marvin was there on his door step, bug eyed and wired, Mad Marvin wisked passed the bear like a man on a mission spouting details like a maxist manifesto,
'So ya ready huh? Are ya Ready??!", Mad Brad quizzed quickly"... Lets get going to the track! Are you going like that?? You told me 10 I am here at 10, c'mon, dontstandaroundtalkinggetdressed, bets to place babes to see... c'mon cmon!!"
BJ scratched the half of his face that was nice shaved and thought abstractly that it must be a funny sight having half a face shaved and superman boxer shorts and his teddy bear singlet on answering the front door, but no matter, he was nearly there, he just had a lot more to do to 'prefect the beast'
BJ performed a slow 180 on his heels and shuffled back to the mirror to finish off the deforestation of his face.
Marvin shot through to the living room where he found the lumbering Lurch poised over the ironing board. The look of concentration in his face suggested great deliberation and his posture a well practice Tai Chi position called 'iron the shirt'.
"Hey Lurch!", Mad Marvin boomed, How are you, been a while hows the kids? Hows the job? Hows the lovelife? aHuh ahuh??"
Lurches posture tensed, he recalled during his stay with mad Marvin that his daily mediations were often brittle and brutally short. The feng shuye for Mad Brad's abode often caused him headaches and stomach upsets imbalancing his chi. He relaxed slightly, as he recalled the day he left, relieved to have found a haven in the cave of BJ.
Deliberately Lurch put down the iron and turn slowly to Mad Marvin and said with a sigh, "...Hello Mad Marvin. I am Fine. My children are well. My Job is good and my love life is a work in progress." he paused momentarily and added, "Thank you for asking." Lurch turned back to the iron, looked at it lovingly and resumed the ironing of his crisp white shirt. "...great great, that's all great, good to hear!", Mad Marvin chirpily replied.

"A Day At The Races" MAY be continued...