Bob abandoned the car at a Canadian Tire, where Taylor bought some munchies and helped Bob steal an empty barrel from the alley. The two Sabres off-season pickups then trudged their way to the Niagara River.
"OK, buddy," Bob said solemnly. "We've had some good times. We might not make it out of this one alive. I just want to let you know that, if I don't
get a chance to say this afterwards... I lo..."
"Yeah, yeah. Get in the barrel already, numbnuts." Taylor threw his empty Doritos bag on the ground and impatiently shoved the barrel toward Bob.
Bob climbed in the barrel headfirst. Taylor then rolled the barrel to the bank, grabbed the lid and jumped in, pulling the lid atop the barrel as he did
so.
"Get your foot out of my face, jerkoff!" Bob was irritible, with his impending death and all.
After what seemed like ages, but was really only a couple of minutes, the barrel made its way to the brink of the falls. Bob and Taylor each let out loud
screams as they felt the barrel go over the precipice.
"Mr. Essensa... no! Stop touching me there..." Bob awoke from a painful nightmare and was shocked to discover himself still alive.
"I MADE IT! I MADE IT! YES! YES! I RULE! Taylor? Taylor?!?"
Chapter 9 - Phone Call From Lindy Ruff