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Sticking Around

Veronica Volt's picture
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Das, Fenster, Brett, stood in the grasslands outside Picus. Fenster began to lean against the window sill and almost fell before he remembered they were outside and there was no window sill. Das smiled and tried not to laugh. Each of them held a curved stick. Brett looked at his. 'Why did Veronica make these for us?' Brett asked.

'They are Christmas gifts,' Fenster explained. 'Something about her travels.'

'She travels down under,' Das said.

'The New Flagstaff sewers?' Brett asked.

Das and Fenster both looked to Brett.

'No,' Fenster said amused. 'Down, under Picus, south somewhere.'

'Great! There will be no accidents this Christmas,' Das said before adding between clinched teeth 'No flying trees.'

They all were silent a moment looking at their sticks when Das suddenly threw his. They all watched it fly to the distance. 'Stupid thing,' Das said. 'Now we must stick around looking for it before we go to-'

Suddenly Das stopped as he heard a strange swoosh noise. Something hit him on the head and he fell down.

'Wow,' said Brett. 'That was good.'



Joe Spivey's picture

((I'll wait until they bring out the G.O.R.E. version :)

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

Hyle Troy's picture

Poor Das... feeling the 'Magnus Effect'....   I wonder if these sticks will be effektiv against the damned rabbits..

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

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