GOT2: Terryon's Gun

IV

Billy Lannister, Lord King of the King Killers awoke with a shout and a shriek. 'My hand!' he crooned. For he had remembered about it being chopped up. 'My heart' he sobbed as he grasped at his trunk. He knew full well what had happened with his sister Sarah and her golden secret.

Jimmy knew he was still handsome and cool but he couldn't rest on his arse. He needed a way to smash up everyone that had it coming. Big Bull, John Smoke, the Spanish, Bald Vince, the white whispers and Queen Denise. He liked his hand because it was heavy. Metal. And new. The best thinker in Western Asia was his brother Terry Lancaster.

Sir James the knight rushed from his bed in the Red Hotel and found a wizard. 'Your grace, why have you pushed in to my space?' spluttered the wizened brain-box. 'Listen up old master I need to write a telegram to little Tyrone'. Bill spelled out the message and made sure it was in a clever code so the Iraqis and cowboys couldn't crack it. It would take days for the Raven to fly over The Channel to Atlantis. Until then Sir Jacob would practice getting so good with a sword anyway that he wouldn't need to get anything off of his brainy brother.