HOOF HUUF HOOF HUUF HOOF HUFF I ran like I was running from flame. Everything step had to be perfect. My folks were calling the po-po at this moment. I needed refuge and I knew da only place ideal for this situation.
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BANG BANG BANG BANG! I felt like I could punch right through Carlos' door. The posion gas was coming in. I needed Sancuary NOW!
"I COMING I'M COMING OH GOD!" A groan notified of the success.
"Jesus, AL? What are you dying from tonight?" Carlos said with a yawn.
"I fell on my way here." I explained my bloody face.
"Shit man, it's 11 at night and you walking... well fine come on in." One of the supreme benefits of friendship; easy offers.
"Uhhh thanks." I collapsed on the couch.
"What were you running from anyways?"
"It was an exercise. Doing them late at night tends to be effective."
"Does your family know that?"
Ugh... family... "You think I care? Things got a little... heated for my taste."
"Oh well, you just sleep. I'm gonna do the same.''
"Let's bless for a good mourning!" I prayed.
"Indeed indeed!" And me friend flicked the lights off.
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"WAAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!" I contorted my body upward and flexed it, all while unleashing a mighty yawn. Which was so loud that Carlos came barging in the room and said: "WHO THE HELL IS DYING!?"
"Just stretching!" I claififed.
"Oh well good morning dear Al." He said very properly. The fucker even bowed. "Would you like some breakfast?"
"I happily would."
Thus he made me a tasty omelet with spicy tomatoes. "This is best breakfast I've had in YEARS, Carlos. I didn't know you also made a great chef!"
"I once trained as one. But found it boring. Now when your done eating we shall be off to prepare the pirate party."
"Sure sure."
After that, wes together took hold of various decor and snacks n pop til you drop.
"Outside." he directed next. Ohhh... outside... I hesitated a bit. "Whats the hold up?"
"Ummm... let's just make this quick. This is heavy.''
Wes sactattled down the stairs. On ground level wes went to an itty bitty parking lot with an open van.
"Hey Morty Heres the rest of the things!" We gave the items to some sickly little dude with a black beanie and socks that engulfed his ankis.
"Hey 'Morty' whats with the get-up?"
"It's a bargain. Forget about it. Git in da car folks. Our attendance needs to be early. LETS GO!!!!!" So the guy named Morty step on it and we drove forward.
"Sit up Mr. Al." Morty said. "Can't let those legs to pierce through your face if we crash."
"Oh sorry, I'm still tired."
"Eat some pills bro. We got an hours drive to da park." He tosses a containy. I relegticly, consumed a couple.
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Kicks to the roof indicated that it'd begun raining. The outside got gloomy. Mort-Mort slooshed through puddles on a highway.
"Now you got a strange look.'' I said to Carlos.
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That Spectacular Guy
HumorThis is the amazing, fantastic tale of a boy who learned of alternative means of obtaining things. The story is fiction yet possibly true. There is comedy yet tragedy. Who will go and who will still. READ AND FIND OUT!
