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docbungle · 06-01-2005, 04:20 PM

Chicken pot pies and hand grenades. They can't fuck with me now.

One by one they sneak up and get blown apart. Extremeties flop onto the lawn but the rest of them dissapear. Bone fragments fly through my windows and stab the carpet. Shards of glass fall into my meal and I chew them up with the rest of it.

The oven timer goes DING and another pot pie is ready. I pump off a few rounds then go and retrieve my meal. These things are fucking great. Nothing beats a pot pie. It burns my throat on the way down and I don't care. I'm bleeding down there anyway. A little heartburn's not going to ruin my day.

Back at the window I can see them coming. They look very serious. They are hunched low and wearing black, slinking along the perimiter like charcoal ghosts. Their badges go BLING. I pick up the automatic and let 'em have it. They fall like bricks and squirm on the lawn. My muzzle flash is bright and I wonder if they can see the pot pie streaming down my face. I wonder if they can tell it's a pot pie or if they think it's snot.

I laugh out loud and then take one in the shoulder and go down hard. I fall on broken glass and bone fragments. I stop laughing and start cursing. Somehow bits of pot pie come out my nose.

I don't miss a beat. Before they even know I'm hit I pull the pin and launch it out the window. They don't even see it. Just before the boom my oven goes DING and it's time to eat some more. Then the explosion buckles my front door and renders me deaf.

God I'm fucking hungry.

06-01-2005, 04:20 PM	#11 (permalink)
docbungle It's all downhill from here Location: Denver	Chicken pot pies and hand grenades. They can't fuck with me now. One by one they sneak up and get blown apart. Extremeties flop onto the lawn but the rest of them dissapear. Bone fragments fly through my windows and stab the carpet. Shards of glass fall into my meal and I chew them up with the rest of it. The oven timer goes DING and another pot pie is ready. I pump off a few rounds then go and retrieve my meal. These things are fucking great. Nothing beats a pot pie. It burns my throat on the way down and I don't care. I'm bleeding down there anyway. A little heartburn's not going to ruin my day. Back at the window I can see them coming. They look very serious. They are hunched low and wearing black, slinking along the perimiter like charcoal ghosts. Their badges go BLING. I pick up the automatic and let 'em have it. They fall like bricks and squirm on the lawn. My muzzle flash is bright and I wonder if they can see the pot pie streaming down my face. I wonder if they can tell it's a pot pie or if they think it's snot. I laugh out loud and then take one in the shoulder and go down hard. I fall on broken glass and bone fragments. I stop laughing and start cursing. Somehow bits of pot pie come out my nose. I don't miss a beat. Before they even know I'm hit I pull the pin and launch it out the window. They don't even see it. Just before the boom my oven goes DING and it's time to eat some more. Then the explosion buckles my front door and renders me deaf. God I'm fucking hungry. __________________ Bad Luck City Last edited by docbungle; 06-01-2005 at 04:24 PM..