Dust to Dust

One fucking thing...

One simple fucking task, that’s all… one thing, just one, keep an eye on Nils.
Now I must be mistaken, ya see all my life I been thinkin I can speak English, so when I say “Keep Nils with you n outta trouble” what I actually seem ta be telling folks “spilt up n lose track ah Nils entirely in a town that thinks he is a paedophile witch, don’t worry bout him none, it will be fine.” MY FUCKING BAD!

K so lets step back a bit, me n Pitbull make it through the smugglers entry in ta Edgeswatch n manage ta get sum info on the old church ah noise along the way, one of the locals seems ta think they have set up shop down in the crater somewhere, sounds like they are up to their old tricks again picking off locals n so on… Least we manage ta arrange a guide ta show us where they been squatting.

So we head in ta down ta track down the others, 1st stop in the Donnelley Brothers porn emporium, where we meet up with Marlon who seems ta be shaking on sum kinda deal but lookin none to happy about it. When his business is all done n dusted I pose the million dollar question of “Where is Nils” to him… now see above on just how mortified I am at the fucking stupidity of my retarded travelling companions…
So with that spanner in the works me n Pit’ head over ta local Hardball game, we figure Nils is just oblivious enough ta wander through a town ah people who want lynch him just ta take a ball game in.

N’ what do ya know, standing up on the 2nd floor railing is the old monkey man himself, now ya can just about see the daggers comin outta peoples eyes n in ta Nils …. Of fuckin course as we walk in we see a bunch ah Edgeswatch inbreeds closing in on Nils…
I cut through the crowd while Pitbull takes the more direct approach n crashes through the Hardball game, somehow managing ta grab the freakin ball on his way. The penny must drop for old ape boy n he takes ta one ah the goons that’s closing in on him with his trusty crowbar while I come up behind another one n take out his knee.
Mean while down on the pitch Pitbull has seem ta have scored a goal, bad part of this is every motherfucker in spitting distance of him has jumped on his sorry ass in one hell of a dog pile. Now while I’m sorting out the local goons Nils makes his way down ta Pitbull n Dez who has turned up with the rest of our crew, is lending a hand so we can bug out. As I look over the now chaotic scene, which is fast turning in ta a full scale riot, I spy Merca drifting out a side door with Marlon, I wonder what that streak a weasel piss Millions squeezed outta her for comin ta our lil old towns rescue? Still better than the alternative tho, not to keen on becoming sum bikers fuck toy/snack…

I snap back ta reality just in time ta see sum fucker clock Dez on… bugger but least it’s nice ta see our lil angel gettin her hands dirty… So with that we limp on outta Edgeswatch n head back ta our shitberg of a town… Marlon seems duck out for a sec wonder what that’s about?

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