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| Chapter the Third: Enter the Thomp | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| OLD MESSAGE BOARD | OLD MESSAGE BOARD | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Our now three recently having abandoned the now smoking-shell that used to be Speke Hall as the SAS helicopters arrived decided to | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| OLD MESSAGE BOARD | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| a) Ignore Cribble's broken boned moaning, and | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| b) Find Thom to be the Fourth Member of the intrepid group. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| These were two excellent decisions. Thom, however, lived far away and was seldom seen outside his house, so this would have been difficult if it wasn't for the fact that a helicopter slid down to the ground like a greased watermelon from a sack of grease, separating air and ground like oil on water: it's black hue capturing the myriad rainbow hues of an oil-slick, anti-radar of course, and a man in a gas-mask carrying an MP5 strode out-tall as the Devil, and twice as black as his pit. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He breathed heavily and out-talled the three now quaking amigos, addressing them in a booming intimidating trollish voice thusly: | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Can you please, please, please watch the helicopter please? I'm sooooo sorry about this, but it always happens to me, you know: when you've been flying. I'll just find a toilet and then, you know, sort everything. Just that if you look after the chopper and don't let any superiors know, I might just get away with this..." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| And with this, he hobbled off cross-legged and hunched towards the nearest tree. The stunned friends eyed each other carefully for about 20 seconds. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Anyone else know how to fly a copter?" said Cribbers wearily. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| *��������� *��������� * | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 4 minutes later, they were lurching drunkenly above the skies of Liverpool, with the three tooled up to the maximum with various horrible weapons of destruction. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I thought you said you could fly this thing?!" stated McSean calmly, as they cleared the top of a set of trees by minus 7 inches. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I NEVER!" screeched Criblier madly, through a mouthful of leaves "I asked if YOU guys could! You ASSUMED I could!" He then proceeded to nose-dive and just pull out at the last metre before hitting a septuagenarian shopper above the sandy shop-blocks of the Speke Retail Centre. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| After some careful discussion, and considered arguments it was decided that Cribley was to be overpowered and tied down with masking tape as McSean and McJack tried flying. This arrangement worked best for everyone involved. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| *��������� *��������� * | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| A few more minutes of frenzied flying later, the trio ended up in Thom's back yard, much to the pleasure of Thom and displeasure of Thom's parents. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I've never been here before" said at least one of the three, "Does Thom have any pets?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Not anymore." quipped McJack, casually looking under the runners of the three ton copter. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Guys! Munkay! Yellow! Smelly Jelly!" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| OLD MESSAGE BOARD | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Hi, Thom." the group chorused. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Nice to see you," Thom versed, staring at the gunship behind them. "I see you had a very good Christmas this year." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Not too bad." The rest middle-eighted. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| And with this brief exchange, the group had been joined by one other. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| *��������� *��������� * | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Meanwhile... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| In a small village far away, a malignant presence laughed with glee. Or rather giggled; He was that kind of height. Soon the deaths would be avenged. Soon his army would arise. Soon his army would arise. Soon he would be unable to use the word soon due to unoriginality. Soon he would awaken the forces of... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Warrington. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| OLD MESSAGE BOARD OLD MESSAGE BOARD OLD MESSAGE BOARD | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||