| PART 6 IT'S GOING TO GET MESSY |
| Dave ran for the door, and flang it open. Mike however, simply pressed the ignition that was on the dashboard in front of him, and the Vagina flew up, crashing through the roof of the old factory. "Fuck, the cunts flying" screamed Mike "First things first" A splodge of brown goo leaked out of Mike's arsehole. He had just shat himself, a bit like anyone would do flying above Gateshead at 100 MPH in a female phallic named object. Mike decided it would be best to stop breathing, the now, interesting smell in the cockpit smelt like a cross between Linda McCartneys sausages, the toilets in the Central public house and the first Blink 182 album. But he remembered how to keep this thing flying. It ran on oxygen. "The trick is to keep breathing" he reminded himself "Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, a bit like that song by that band, Pubes or whatever they were called" Steadying himself, he picked up the radio. "This is Mike, can anyone here me" he spoke "Yes we can here you" replied Moe "Do you know what to do?" "Haven't got a fucking clue" replied Mike. "I'm assuming you want me to fly over there and kick their Geordie heads in" "NO" shouted Moe "They'll all be tanked up on Brown Ale, they'd be to hard" "Well what then?" asked Mike "Fly over there, see if you can see anything" said Moe "Right" said Mike, as he pushed the lever in front of him forward, and got used to the McCartney / Central / 182 aroma which had now engulfed the cockpit. "Theres the Tyne" thought Mike "I remember going down here on a Sunday and buying cheap Atomic Kitten LPs, and throwing cans of Coke in the river from the Swing Bridge, in the hope of giving a fish a serious headache, but that was so long ago." The Thrust flew over the Quayside, Mike decided to try and hover over a crowd of people he had seen. It seemed to be a congregation of some sort. Of course he couldn't hear anything, but he stayed in the air, trying to make sense of anything that was going on. The crowd moved into a ware house. Mike stayed where he was, looking down on the street. Suddenly he was a large object being moved out of the nearby building. It looked exactly the same as the robot he was piloting, with one major difference, it had two letters on it's back. C and B "C.B" thought Mike for a second "No, it couldn't be, it can't possibly be, that's Clit Burner...........?" Check back soon for part 7 "Oh shit, its the Clit." |