45 robots

this one casino i was just in had a baby elephant petting zoo. the man in charge turned out to be an ex-whaling ship captain named capt. pladd "45 robots" glenn. he had a long grey beard that seemed to attach to his head with clamps. his left eye was missing and the right one had a green iris and half red half white sclera like when a blood vessel breaks. i asked why he stopped whaling and he told me there is more money in elephanting and elephant based ventures. he gave me a brochure about the elephanting life which had a focus on genetically constructing and breeding miniature elephants. (it turned out to be a miniature elephant petting zoo...not baby elephant) then he gave me several more elephanting brochures with focuses on domestication, grooming, birthing, slaughtering for their valuable ivory tusks and bones, training to play team sports, training to play individual sports, painting lessons etc. i asked capt. pladd why the brochures didn't really have a lot to do with catching elephants. he told me these are supplemental brochures. then he said a bunch of stuff about historical things in a slow intensely grim way and carefully reached into his beautiful captain's jacket (almost as nice as mine, but soaked in elephant piss) and gingerly pulled out an old leather-bound brochure that was covered in spiderwebs and dust which he dramatically blew off revealing some ancient writing and intricate etchings of scenes related to the catching of elephants. i happened to recognize the language and could see that the paragraph was full of misspellings and grammatical errors. he slowly looked up into my eyes with a strange expression and i said, "this sucks...when an old weird scary guy pulls out a dusty thing and blows the dust off, something important should be revealed! and we should be in a dark cave or sarcophagus with only flickering torchlight and we're in the middle of a giant, decadent casino! a cocktail waitress brought me a gin & tonic while you were in the middle of that lame speech and we are literally 8 feet from the slot machines...this is not the place for dusty-leather bound things you old cretin!" he looked ashamed and gave me a couple of 5 dollar chips.