| CHAPTER THREE MUFF DIVER One hour later, Mike is still shaking, like any normal person would after having a gun placed within inches of your face. There is a knock at the door, "I'll be back in second" Dave gets up and answer it, three people walk in, one is a tall guy, quite broad, looks like he could of been a pro-wrestler, the next guy to walk in, kind of looks like Nicholas Lyndhurst, but with black hair, the third guy is in a wheelchair and is wearing an old SAS mask. He can tell its old because of all the hole in the back of it. "This" Dave speaks to the three that have just entered "is Mike, the new pilot of Vaginal Thrust" The man in the wheelchair moves over to Mike. "You volunteered" he askes "Yes" interrupts Dave, who glares at Mike with a menacing look. "That is my invention, we used it in out last campaign" said the wheelchair bound man again. "we, last, what?" asked Mike "Sorry" said the man again, this conversation started to remind Mike of a film he had seen a few years back, "Star Wars: Episode 12, The Phantom Earwig. He continued, "My name is Moe. This is not the first time a war has started over football, the last one was when Tranmere Rovers attacked Old Trafford over an overcharged can of Fanta. They nearly won. I was getting read to run when I met up with Lenny and Moe in a bar. They told me of one last chance, and they needed someone to help them, someone who could engineer a monster. It has to be able to withstand a fall from a great height, and not need a lot of fuel. I went back to home, and designed that little beauty out there. With a lot of help, and little luck, we created the monster. Then we designed and created another one, similar to it, just for backup. We called ourselves the Manchester United Freedom Fighters, or MUFF, and we proudly wore shirts with our name it. We consisted of myself, Lenny, Carl, Vaginal Thrust, and the smaller version, Clit Burner" "Yes" limped over another of the men "Carls the name, I was chief MUFF Diver, we flew the monsters up as high as we could get them, and when the enemy attacked, we cut the power, and crashed on the bastards. We won, and the only casualty was out self dignity, and poor Clit Burner, who got lost in the rubble of the old, old trafford. Now it is time to do it again" "Damn fucking straight" said the third man who must of been Lenny "we came up here to start a new life, I told them we should of went to Brest in the North of France....." He was interrupted by Carl "You only wanted to go there because of the name" "So what" replied Lenny, "it was abroad and they don't even like football over there, they're rugby fans, and there's no such thing as a rugby war" "Guys" shouted Dave, less quibbling, "we have a pilot, now its time to start his training" Mike gulped, training, if he could end the war, he had no problem helping, but as a pilot, could he do this, it was time to find out CHECK BACK SOON FOR PART FOUR OF VAGINAL THRUST: IT'S DARK INSIDE |