The Mission-Aaron's Story Cont.

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   Putsy woke up in his cell cold and wet.  Still shaking of last nights events, eh sat up slowly.  He has no idea why he's all wet, but the morning sun creeping into the cell window would dry him up as it began to warm up.  He noticed a bit of a gleam in a strange trail of liquid that came from the window sill and traveled a bit down towards his bed, which was soaked in something smelly and cold.

   Must of rained last night, he thought. 

   He stood up and paced the cell.  Not remembering exactly why he got here, he leaned up against the bars and tried to stair a hole in the cell floor.  he gazed down as images began to connect the dots in his head.

   I went out for Vegimite and next thing I know, I was at the Bar with a bomb of whipped cream.

   This thought made no sense to him, as it shouldn't in most case senarios, but this is the Testriffic world, where drama unfolds at the drop of the 'submit' button.

   Putsy looked up, and that when he saw his boomerang on the desk where the police man must have left it. 

   Why would they just leave it out.  Isn't there an evidence room or....oh, right.  Fucking testy....

   Lucky for him, they didn't confiscate his trusty BoomerRINGer. 

   Made my Motel Toys.

   He reached into his soaked jean pocket and pulled out the square radio device.  With one push of the button, the Boomerrang lifted from the table and with tremendous force, the crashed through the metal bars like a hot knife thorugh butter.  The cell door collapsed as the boomerrang returned to the hands of its rightful owner.

   Boomer in hand, suddenly the nights events flashed back into Putsy's mind like a flash.  He knew what he had to do next...

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   Aaron was determined to find the girl in accoustic from the night before.  So determined to bone the beautiful mystery girl, he got Sheep away from his perv pics on the cam to call up a few favors.

   "Yea, that's write.  I need a vehicle.  How fast?.... yea... Yea.  Oh, you're the best bloak.  Right."

   Sheep, impatiently tapping his feet even after Aaron hung up the phone almost snatched up the phone.

   "What do you care about these sleeze shots so much," asked Aaron.

   "Meh.  Gives me a purpose."

   "For what?"

   "I don't know.  Gets us outta situations the writer doesn't feel like elaborating in immensly.  So the sleezy shots of babygurl and speeder could come in handy again.  Like getting you outta jail."

   "Anyone tell you that you are retarded?"

   "Its become cliched now."

   Aaron shook his head, glanced at a watch and sipped his bear. 

   "Yanks is stopping by."

   "What for?"

   "He's hooking us up with our ride.  Preston hooked me up with a lead on someone who may know who that chick was."

   "Dawg, sounds like a plan.  Can I at least fuck a friend of hers if you aren't gonna share this time."

   Aaron sighed.  "Fine.  That's if she don't want a threesome."

   "Deal."

   "You probably gonna get like, herpees from one of those chicks these days."

   "Is all good.  The crystals on my shaft will be great for harvest.  I'll sell them to a jewler so we can get money to find the next chick that plays a guitar for you naked."

   "I think next time it will be guitar.  I think i'm gonna fuck the band."

   "If you ever see a band."

   Before another discussion could erupt that I would have to bore you with as I elaborated on it, yanks finally pulled up.

   "Here you go, mate," said Yanks as he stepped outta the Porche convertable.  "Itsa ll yours for the time you need man.  I owe ya."

   "Damn strait.  I hooked you up with Paul McCartney. 

   "And i still worship the gournd you walk on.  You know, we'll be happily married three..."

   "Yanks," said Sheep.  "Lets not finish that sentence.  We got a girl to find."

   "Oh, right.  Well, have a fun time bloaks.  Tar."

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   Speeding down the highway with Aaron at the wheel, Sheep at starboard, and Yanks sleeping in the back, the wind rushed against their faces.  The warm air of the desert road wasn't doing anyting to help Sheep from nodding off, but that's he awoke when he thought he caught something in the corner of his eye.  Something moivng in side mirror.  noting was there when he looked completely.  he looked in back.  Yanks was out cold.  And Aaron was just cruisen, thinking about his lately lay.

   "Aaron," started Sheep.  "Did you notice anything moving?"

   "Are you thinking about the whores we're gonna see when we get to this girl?  don't worry.  that movement is totally natural.  Please, I just went throught the birds and the beese with Preston before we got his info."

   Suddenly there was a screech from the sky.  Aaron and Sheep looked up. 

   Yanks just laid asleep, singing in his slumber... "We all live in a yello submarine..."

   Just ahead of their vehicle a wierd, person was gliding through the air.  It felw about 200 meters ahead when it lifted into the sky strait up.  It climbed and climbed until the vehicle was just below it when suddenly it flipped around and nose dived into the hood of the Porche flipping it forward through the air.

   Through sheer miricle (and some exaustion in the writer of this chapter) the car landed perfectly on its wheels.  neither protaganists were harmed.  Immediately the vehicle was dismounted (abandoned, for you non-military folk) and back-to-back stood Aaron and Sheep. 

   Action, station sir.... Yellow submarine... (Damn it.  Either an aussie is fighting or a beatles fan is sleeping... i can't win)

   Boomerang at the ready, and Sheep with his... phone.... at the... ready, Sheep and Aaron were ready to face this ariel assas...ASASIN... ASASSIN... this killer bat thing.

   Soon it decended and landed on the ground before the two.  It retracted its wings.  Another vehicle came roaring out from behind a desert rock and it stopped directly opposite of the bat thing.  out of this white cadilac rolled out known gang lords, Thugnastay and YoungKing.  They sandwiched Aaron and Sheep.  they had no where to go.

   The bat things wings had completely retracted into its body, and suddenly out came these, legs....

   "Aaron... Sheep," It hissed... "We hear you are looking for someone.  A girl."

   Aaron's face poked up.  "yes, I am.  Sheeps just along for the ride, but I am."

   "True.  I"m just here to jerk it to my pics..."

   "I am Bat-spider... and I have to say one thing.  Give up this quest for the girl..."

   "Well," said sheep, "We cant.... the real life Aaron would be pissed if we didn't find who this girl was...

   Bat-spider hissed....

TO BE CONTINUED