The Night Wears Out

   Click-clack, clack-clack, click.

   That sound echoed from the clashing bommerangs in a suddenly more quiet room.  With the attention drawn to Putsy and Aaron's battle, no one thought of the bomb until it started beeping.  The timer was in its final 30 seconds.

   Neither Putsy nor Aaron could be drawn away from their Battle of the Vegimite, but Preston new only he would be the only one to stop it (and I'm glad I do not narrate this anywhere near them).

   30...

   Preston knelt down and removed a metal cover from the the bomb.  This was a promising start, considering the wires were inside.  I myslef was not betting that he'd get so far.

   25...

   "Oh my God!" shouted Speeder.  "I don't wanna die.  Not like this.  Not in a testriffic story.  This is such bullshit."

   20...

   Preston feverishly threw himself at the bomb.  No, not working hard to defuse it.  Literally he stood up and just threw himself hat it, landing chest-first onto it.  As he stood up, Babygurl looked at him along with everyone else in the room (minus the Australians duling in the back-ground... Clackedy-clack....clack)

   "It seemed like a good idea at the time," he said sheepishly.

  17...(ha! not multiples of five, I know.  NOW GET OVER YOURSELF)

  15...

  "Dad!"  shouted Preston to Putsy.  "The bomb."

  "Shut up!"  Putsy snared back, between the clacks and the clicks.

   10...

   "Never interupt and Australian in battle," said Sheep, still thumbing through his cell phone.  "They are a war-like people.  I'd be mad to if i was stuck on a giant Island."

   6...5....4...

   "Oh my God!"  Shouted Melly from the back helping Peter take pictures.

   "I know what I must do," said Preston under his breath.

   With one deep breath, Preston jumped on the bomb and covered it with his body.  The whole bar got down on the floor.

   ...Click-clack...clickedy-clack...

   Well, almost the whole bar.

   ...1...BEEEEP.  SPLOOOSH.

   You could hear a pin drop in the room fell so quiet...clack-click... If it weren't for the fuckin' Aussies.

   To everyon'es surprise, no one was getting torched in a blaze of fire...  But were getting sticky... with whip creme.  It was everywhere.  White-gooey whip creme was everywhere.

  Slowly, people stood up.  Peterserpent wiped the white-stickiness from his eyes.  "I hate it when I get it in the eye."

  "That makes two of us," Replied melly.

  "Three," said Rtbger, hiding in the back mens room.

TO BE CONTINUED...