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Chapter 2
An arrow came flying through the air with a whip!
"UGGH!", screamed Glen, as the arrow struck him in his hair and split it in half as he fell to the ground. The sharpshooter was on target, as always. After all, he is the best there is, the best there was, and the be--.
"GLEN!", Jerry yelled as he raced to the fallen Italian Ice.
"It's mortal.", Glen said as Jerry knelt beside him. "Leave me." Titan Tower security was now catching up to them as the man in pink and black and silver went back to wrestling with shadows.
The shadowy man looked alarmed. The security was closing in on them. Glen reached in his pocket and produced a ring with a lightning bolt on it.
"Give this ring of courage to my long lost, and hot to trot, sister Torrie....", he said, handing the ring to Jerry. "....and swear you'll protect her for me. And try not to look at her ass."
"His wound has parted his hair." The shadowy man expained. "We can not save him."
"Swear it Jerry!" Glen shook Jerry with his last ounce of strength.
"I swear it."
The shadowy man turned around to hear the sounds of security only 100 feet from them.
"They're coming."
"Tell Torrie I died a free agent.........."
Jerry rose to his feet to follow the shadowy man once again, leaving Glen to die as a victim of disco bashing........
The duo ran as the guards came upon Glen and sliced and diced his dead corpse for the hell of it. They then continued after the escaped radicals. Jerry and what's his name hid around the corner of a buliding in Greenwich as the guards passed them by. The nameless one found a blueberry waffle in a bin along the building and began devouring a peice of nature's candy. Jerry saw this and quickly tore the waffle from the man's hand and ate it himself, reganing his strength.
"Never mess with a man's waffles, my friend."
"Why did you cut me free charasmatic one?", the man pondered.
"Despite your overwhelming lack of charisma, no man deserves to die at the hands of an overweight, old, gay as grapes booker......."
Jerry was cut short as he silenced himself while another troop of security ran pass them. Jerry looked at the man, knowing that they couldn't stay where they were much longer.
"Farewell, my friend.", he said rising to his feet. "Godspeed and lightning courage your way." Jerry began walking away. The man grabbed his arm.
"Our way lies together with the spirt of the big wiggle."
"What?"
"You have saved my life, Lightning one. I will stay with you until I save yours, that is my vow."
Jerry looked perplexed, then answered.
"Thanks, but I go to Georgia. I relieve you of your hero-worshiping."
"Only the Big Wiggle himself can do that."
Jerry began running again to the next building with a dark corner and grabbed a handful of more waffles. The man followed.
"What if I say no?"
"You have no choice." the man crouched beside the man with lightning looks of steel. "I am Nor-MAN Smil-EY, the hardcore champion of jollu ol' England. You may call be Normie." Norman extended his hand.
"........Jerry Flynn, world renowned shoot fighter and GQ man of the year." Jerry replied, shaking his hand as he turned to hear more security coming their way. The two got up and began running again, their arms full of all varities of waffles. Even the rare Steak, egg, and cheese flavored waffle!
They ran off into the dark, forbiding night with only one goal. To get back to Georgia.
Flynn mansion and casino, Georgia
It's nighttime at the birthplace of Jerry Flynn as we see a room lit only by candles and a man sitting at a table writing a letter.....
Kindest sir. 'Tis rumored you fought in Uncle Eric's crusade with my beloved son Jerry. I fear you have returned home to desperate times, when dark and spooky forces plot aganist our absent lord and master. I am tinginingly with antisapation with word about my son. Where you present a his capture in Madison Square Garden, the world's most famous arena (tm)? Do you know the names of the big stupid dummies who holds him? Do they still wish upon me constipation to the highest extreme? A little news, please sir. I would give all my twinkies and ring dings that I own for his release. Well, maybe not. Still, an answer would be the absolute coolest!
Hugs and kisses,Lord Mark MaddenFlynn
MaddenFlynn looked up to a portarit of Jerry winning shoot-fight city '86 against Gotch Grayce. Suddenly voices were heard coming from downstairs!
"They're coming, They're coming!!!"
to be continued
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