Bjorn's heart was beating out of his chest as he ran down the street towards his crummy one bed room apartment. He had just escaped from the Post Office gotten on the subway then taken a bus to his neighborhood. He brain was buzzing like a kicked over hornets nest, as he struggled to remember what had happened to him.  Memories came to him like half forgotten dreams, how he was brainwashed , that the post office was a secret spy organization, that he once saved the world from being taken over by super intelligent cows. All he wanted to do that night was have some drinks and fall asleep.
                                          He turned the corner where his apartment complex was located, he was going to grab some clothes and get the hell out of town. He'd just go find some place to hide out for a while, they must know where he lived...they are the post office after all, they know where everyone lives. He looked up at his apartment just as it exploded into a massive fireball. The shock sent Bjorn falling backwards as he looked up to what was once his third story apartment. 
                                          "Oh come on, man" Said Bjorn out loud  to no one particular. All of his stuff ruined, his postal clothing all gone and he was at least another four months away until he would get another uniform allowance. Bjorn, picking himself up off the ground, looked around and saw a strange looking man putting a large rocket launcher on to the back of his small strange looking cart. 
                                          Bjorn theorizing that this man might be the one responsible for the destruction of his apartment ran over to confront him. He got closer and noticed the small cart was actually a riding lawnmower. Bjorn thought this was weird but went over to confront him anyway. Bjorn could hear the sirens of the fire trucks blaring, they would be there shortly and this guy would probably make his get away in the confusion. Bjorn snuck down near the ground and moved between two parked cars. He got a closer look at the guy, he was tall and in very good shape, his large bulging biceps were like two bowling balls wrapped in chicken skin. This guy was clearly a steroid freak. Bjorn looked around for something smash into his head to even the playing field a bit. On the ground near a car he found an empty glass beer bottle, he grabbed and snuck in closer the man on the ride on mower.
                                          "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Yelled Bjorn right as he was upon him. The man deftly grabbed a large leaf blower and switched it on. He blew a loud and powerful blast of compressed air right into Bjorn's face.
                                          "Stop that, it's annoying" said Bjorn covering his eyes, but when he moved his hands to see what had happened the man on the John Deere riding  mower was slowly getting away down the street. Bjorn was going to give chase but the fire department and the police department were already there blocking off the street because of the fire. He decided to make his own escape before he would have to answer any questions. He ran in the opposite direction down a dark alley
                                          Bjorn wandered the streets for hours, tired and confused, with no where in particular to go. He could see the sun start to come up and burn away the dark clouds of the night. Perhaps it was a sign for him to not give up, but the sun didn't care if Bjorn even existed and would have gone upon its daily routine regardless of any impending fortuitous events in Bjorn's life. He continued to walk down the various streets aimlessly till he smelled the very distinct odor of  the liquid asphalt processing plant. He distinctly remembered it from the last time he went to Saul Chang's Chinese New Year barbecue party last summer. Saul, his friend from work, would surely help him out. Bjorn looked up at the street sign and quickly tried to remember how to get to his house, he was fairly familiar with the area.
                                          Bjorn found himself , eventually, in front of his friends house. He suddenly felt very stupid  , what was he going to say? But before he could think of anything Saul was opening the front door on his way to work. He was wearing his normal blue postal uniform when he looked up and was surprised to see his co-worker.
                                      
                                  
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Bjorn This Way: A Bjorn Trilogeé Adventure
HumorBjorn is back and this time it's personal. Bjorn must stop the Gay Mafia from turning everyone gay in order to corner the market on skinny jeans.
