It was 7:55 at Christy's restaurant. 5 minutes until close. Garbica and Gwimbo were on the closing shift working the grill together, it had been a pretty slow night for a Saturday, so they had spent most of their time in between orders devising a plan for the night. They were escaping you see, to escape the wrath of Stephe. He was the owner of the sweat shop they worked in. They had been stuck there for two years so far. They wanted to take more people but the mopede only had room for two. From the hours of two twenty to four twenty the Stephe slept, so they were able to sneak out and steal parts off cars parked in a neighboring lot to build a mopede.
They wanted to go to Ireland, far away from Stephe. This was the night. They were leaving at 4:20 am.
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They spent the rest of the time after close secretly packing and mapping their way to Ireland in the third broken freezer from the dumpster. The rest of the pizza slaves were sleeping soundly in the claw machines in the game room downstairs. Go time was approaching fast. They took some napkins, pizza dough, and salami for the road. They were ready. they climbed into they're two trash cans and rolled out the back door like ninjas in the night. They were in the parking lot, everything going swell. But then it went sideways! A large looming figure was staring down at them into the trash cans. Stephe? No. It was Shia LaBoef. Lurking in the night. He had blood in his eyes. They knew they couldn't run, for it was Shia Laboef. He was stronger, faster, and crazier than them. They yeeted themselves out of their trash cans. Gwimbo slaps Shia with the rotten salami. Garbica shoves the pizza dough in his eyes. He was done for. They shoved his lifeless LaBuff under a golf cart in the parking lot. For now they had to move even faster, because they were soon going to be wanted for the murder. The got to the mopede and hopped on. Gwimbo had to drive because Garbica hated going on the highway. They were soon on their way. Onto freedom.
