Skraps war on dimesSubmitted by FALLEN at 2012-05-25 13:49:15 EDT
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“Hey Thanks for coming on such a short notice. I was really in a bind here.”
He opened the door on a sunny afternoon and the repairman entered the room. Placing his tool box on the ground, he shook Skrap’s hand.
“You know me; It’s my duty to please that booty.”
“Um…cool? Usually I fix things myself”
Proudly twirling a pair of needle nose pliers on his finger.
“but this here has got me vexed something terrible.”
The Repairman said nothing and gave Skrap a glare.
So..let me show you the washer Mr…um?”
“Zeus” he replied picking up his toolbox.
“Yeah, Zeus, as in father of Apollo? Mt Olympus? Don’t fuck with me or I’ll shove a lightning bolt up your ass.”
Slightly shaken he leads the repairman to the washer. He proceds to look inside as Skrap offers him some refreshment.
“ Hey Zeus, can I get you some lemonade?”
“No thank you.” His reply echoing from within the machine.
“You sure? MLW made it this AM. It’s delicious.”
Pulling his head from the machine with an even sterner glare than before, Zeus replies.
“Hey sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I wouldn’t know because I wouldn’t eat the filthy motherfucker.”
Sticking his head back in, a few moments go by and he begins to say something that Skrap cant quite make out.
“ I’m sorry, what?”
He reemerges from the washer visibly angry as he addresses Skrap.
“Say What again! Say it one more time, I dare you. I double dare you!”
He holds out his hand, and in the grips of his pliers is a small metal disc.
“Here’s your problem.”