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Kickass Grandsons and why our Grandpa owes us millions. (715 hits)

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Submitted by toucan sam (View user info) at 2004-12-23 04:37:17 EST


"I feel as though I'm slipping."

"Don't worry about it! Just grab the handle and pull!"

I look down, the ground was nearly thirty meters below, the grass already covered in dew. Night had fallen.

"Fucking hell Chris, what's taking you so long?"

"You come up here and do it then."

"Fuck you! We drew straws, now just fucking do it!"

I reached up higher; the small pole I was standing on was difficult to balance, on as my body stretched to reach higher and higher. My hand stretched outward and finally made contact with the handle to the window. I pulled it open and dragged myself up to the ledge.

"Okay, now what?"

"You idiot, crawl through and come down and let us in!" Caster shouted a fierce whisper back up to me. I nodded my head and peered through the dark room.

Nothing but a bed and a desk lamp, the room was quite bare.

I slowly crept through the room, not really sure why, the room was empty. I reached the door and let myself into the hallway. I could hear the footsteps of the guard down the hall, so I made sure the coast was clear before making it for the stairs.

I raced down the stairs and to the door. Caster was waiting there with Barnes, their faces were eagerly awaiting their entrance. I unlatched the door and pushed it open, "You rang?" I smiled as I let them pass by me.

They pulled the ski masks down and we got to work, making our way towards the south wing. We came upon the visitors desk, where Marla seemed to be entering data into a very ancient typewriter.

Caster ducked below the desk and stole his way around the corner, once again gaining access to the late night shadows. Barnes followed in suit, and then it was my turn. I took my mask off and walked up to Marla.

Startled, she stammered, "Uh... uh... you're not supposed to be here."

"I know, it's okay... Marla", I spoke calmly as I looked down at her name tag, "I'm here to visit my grandfather. He was brought in two days ago with a severe infection."

Caster and Barnes had disappeared down the hall, making haste to room 344.

"I'm sorry sir, but visiting hours are over, you can try again tomorrow during our regular hours. I'm going to have to call security to ask you to leave", her voice trailed off nervously, as she began to come to the realization that all the doors were locked.

"What do you say I put my wiener in your ear?"

"What?!"

"I said, 'How about we go have a beer'"

She blushed, the advance had clearly taken an effect on her as she shook her head, "You're still going to have to leave."

Her voice mumbled into her radio, and suddenly Arthur the Security Guard had arrived to escort me out.


Caster and Barnes slid silently down the hall now that the diversion was working. Upon reaching room 344, Barnes knelt down beside the door and revealed a small metal kit. Opening it, he pulled out two wire thing prods and began to place them inside the keyhole.

"Fuckin' hurry up mate!"

"Shut up you big bloke, I'm working here", Barnes squirmed as he fiddled with the lock.

*Click* and they were in.

"Are you ready?"

"Of course I'm ready, it's fucking 2 a.m. in the fucking morning. And what the hell took you so bloody long? I've been waiting up for nearly an hour, my old body can't take this, you know."

"Sorry grandpa, but you know we could just leave you for the anal vaccinations and thermometers and such, if you like? How about a bit of appreciation for our efforts?" Caster's wit had reached its end.

Grandpa looked at Caster. Then at Barnes. Then at the door.

"I have a sense to beat the bloody piss outta you, but now's not the time, we must make haste!"

Grandpa garnered his robe and slippers and followed his two grandsons out of the room. It was no picnic being old, he thought to himself. At least he had three grandsons that he could count on.


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Submitted by HZRD (user info) at 2005-03-17 13:42:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

No Comment

Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2005-03-17 13:28:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

Sweet. Welcome!

Submitted by Thirty_Four_Eggs (user info) at 2005-03-17 13:02:39 EST (#)
Ranking: -2

your a faggot

Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2004-12-23 20:55:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

This is a first post?


-2welcome to Uber.


Wait...

Sorry... Standard reaction... +2!

Submitted by toucan_sam (user info) at 2004-12-23 14:57:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 0

wow. i appreciate you doing that out, that was really cool of you.



thanks a lot, dick bag.

Submitted by Sassmasterr (user info) at 2004-12-23 14:07:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 1

wow. a fellow noob. but with a perfect 2.0 overall score. a rarity these days. i contemplated giving you a +1 or negative something but i shall not hate my neighbor. now spam all my posts with +2's.

Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2004-12-23 11:31:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

Pretty sweet first post.

Congrats!

Submitted by thaumaturge (user info) at 2004-12-23 11:21:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

No Comment

Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2004-12-23 10:15:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

No Comment

Submitted by lessthanfour (user info) at 2004-12-23 09:51:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

This is interesting, although I'm not a fan of first/third person shifts.

Submitted by DeathJester (user info) at 2004-12-23 08:54:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

Heh... Wicked.

Submitted by Artik-Q-Lit (user info) at 2004-12-23 06:05:44 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

hahaha

Submitted by wardy (user info) at 2004-12-23 04:47:35 EST (#)
Ranking: 2

pretty damn good.



this could become a series? maybe?


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